I’m happy to announce that I have the lovely Brina Brady as my guest today. Brina, author of several 5 star reviews Rent Me, is here today to tell us a little bit about her latest release, Bend Over.

Please join me in welcoming her and feel free to leave a comment or two. 🙂

Brina Brady - Bend Over cover 11-27-14

When and why did you begin writing?

At the age of four years old, I wrote my first novel. Writing

What is your favorite thing about writing?

Getting lost in the plot with the characters invigorates me.

Do you have a specific writing style?

I try to write as if I were describing a slide in action scenes.

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

Negative Reviews.

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

I love many authors. What I like is to be set in a conflict scene right from the first paragraph.

What inspired you to write Bend Over?

Every person is redeemable. There are no throwaways.

Was there anything you found particularly challenging when writing Bend Over?

The difficulty I had was making things happen with Julien and Shane because they were strangers at the beginning. It’s much easier to begin a book with an established relationship.

How did you come up with the title Bend Over?

Funny. Shane O’Rourke wants to be Julien Callier’s sub. He has to bend over for spankings, often.

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?

I would give my book a 3 because it was a budding relationship.

What’s next for you?

I’m working on Own Me, which is Rent Me part 2. This will be about them as a married couple living the BDSM lifestyle. They will fight like cats and dogs but in the end, they still love each other.

I’m also working on Don’t Throw Me Away, which is Bend Over’s sequel. This will be about Julien and Shane in the Dom/sub lifestyle.

Brina Brady - Bend Over cover 11-27-14Book Blurb

Runaway 18-year-old Shane O’Rourke is living under the Huntington Beach Pier. He carries many secrets from his past. Shane wasn’t allowed to explore his sexuality when he lived home with his father, The Reverend. His submissive nature and desires had to remain fantasies.

Shane meets a dark stranger on the beach. Julien Callier is a Dom from Martinique and is sixteen years older than Shane. Bad boy Shane wants to win the heart of Julien Callier and become his sub. But does he really understand what Julien expects from his boy?

Julien’s heart goes out to this gorgeous boy and he takes him under his wing, grooming him to be his sub. Julien is determined to let Shane experience the good life, even financing his education, but he’s challenged at every turn by Shane’s rebellious nature.

When Shane’s defiant behavior threatens to come between them for good, Julien has to act fast to teach Shane the meaning of real submission.

Can Julien tame the bad boy? Can Shane give up his old ways of stealing, lying, and using drugs? The playroom is open.



Bend Over by Brina Brady

On his way, in the middle of the beach, Shane saw a tall, handsome black man wearing a beige linen suit. It seemed strange this man would be on the beach in such formal clothing. The white starched shirt contrasted starkly against his dark face. He was completely bald, and his head shone in the sunlight. He appeared to be reading a French newspaper while standing up for some odd reason. Shane knew it was French because he had seen Gus read French newspapers. Shane often dreamed of being with a man like this one. The man reminded him of Gus in more ways than his reading material. He had fantasized about submitting completely, being a slave to a strong dark man like Gus. Thoughts of this man making all sorts of demands on him excited and aroused Shane. He would love a man like this to tie him up and punish him until he was permitted to come.

Shane stepped in front of him to gain his attention, but the man ignored him as if he weren’t there at all. He figured this guy stood around six-foot-two and he was built sturdy like a football player. The man’s physical presence somehow comforted him, and gave him hope he might be able to survive in California. Shane wanted the dark stranger to at least acknowledge his existence.

“Bonjour, monsieur.” Shane didn’t know much French, but he attempted to impress the stranger with the little he did know.

As the man lowered the newspaper, he smiled, sending Shane’s pulse racing. No words. He then lifted the newspaper and continued reading. Well, the stranger’s smile was something, but not quite what Shane had in mind. He wanted to hear the man’s voice, and it didn’t matter what language he spoke. Shane needed the man to speak, to verify that he was real, and not a figment of Shane’s lonely imagination.

“Excuse me. Do you speak English?” Shane took a deep breath and braced himself for the response.

The man lowered his paper again, and said, “I do.”

Shane licked his swollen lips, trying to draw his attention and lure the man in. The man lifted up the newspaper to read once again and ignored Shane. He had the same accent as Gus, who was from Martinique. Shane scanned the newspaper and noticed Fort de France in bold letters printed across the top. Gus often spoke of that city in Martinique. Hope this guy’s not related to Gus. Or worse, that Gus sent him to find me. No, he would’ve come after me himself, not send someone else. Gus always took care of his own shit.

Shane didn’t like this man ignoring him, so he kicked some sand on the man’s shoe. He wanted the man to talk to him. Just the anticipation Shane felt being near him was worth the risk. This man made him feel the way he used to feel when Gus was near. He knew it was wrong, wanting a stranger this way, but he wanted the man to touch him.

“Excuse me, do you have a light?” Shane asked pulling out a cigarette.

The man lowered the paper and glared at him. He removed the cigarette from Shane’s lips. “Smoking is bad for your health.”

Shane reached for his cigarette in the man’s hand, but the man crumbled it to pieces. “Hey! Why the fuck did you crush my cigarette?”

“Do not smoke, boy.” The man returned to his newspaper and disregarded Shane.

Feeling hurt and rejected, Shane shuffled past the man and entered the men’s room for a shower. The beautiful man definitely didn’t want to talk to him. Though he’d certainly had a strong reaction to Shane’s cigarette. He’s nothing like Gus after all. He probably noticed Shane’s disheveled appearance and didn’t want anything to do with him. Shane felt filthy; as if he were covered in mud. And rejected like an unwanted puppy in a pet store, the same way The Reverend had always made him feel. The man had declined further interaction with him, which deepened Shane’s loneliness. He had no idea why the apparent rejection of this one stranger made him feel so depressed.

The men’s room floor was wet and stunk of piss. He quickly undressed in the shower and threw his clothes on the bench outside the stall. He ran the hot water and began washing himself with soap he had stolen from a convenience store. He had to use it on his hair, which he hated doing, but he had to be frugal with his money. Up to this point, he’d only spent cash on cigarettes, food, and gas for the bike. Thoughts of the man crushing his cigarette came to his mind. He left Shane feeling irritated, but also liking how the man’s actions made him feel safe in a way. As if maybe the man cared about his well-being. As short on cash as Shane was, he really didn’t need to see one of his limited supply of cigarettes wasted.

Someone with heavy footsteps walked into the men’s room. The stall door locks were broken, and Shane’s stomach dropped when his stall door creaked open. The dark stranger in the suit stood there. Shane froze, unable to move.

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Author bio

I am from Huntington Beach, Ca. I taught various subjects at a Continuation High School in Los Angeles, California for 27 years. I obtained a Bachelor’s of Arts Degree in history, Secondary Social Science Credential and a Master’s Degree in Secondary Reading and Secondary Education from California State University, Long Beach. I also enrolled in some creative writing classes at UCLA. I am currently taking classes from Romance Writers of America. (Author of Rent Me)

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