The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting. Nikolas has always liked art.

You’d have thought that Ben and Nikolas would have learnt that their romantic holidays inevitably end up as disasters. A short break on the polar ice sees them trapped in a nightmare of murder and deceit. Neither of them, however, foresees the long-term impact that endless winter has on their relationship. They return with a metaphorical darkness that threatens everything they have created together. Desperate and fearing for Nikolas’s life, Ben makes a bargain with a surprising ally. For the first time, Nikolas meets an enemy more powerful than he is. But fortunately, not as sneaky…

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Dan’s BDSM past as a Marine threatens his relationship with Mark, his professional and leathersex partner as the two hunky young Palm Springs private eyes wrestle with the cages, real and imaginary, in the violence of mixed martial arts and in the human mind.

Set in the different worlds of the Marince Corps and mixed martial arts, “Cages – Cathedral City” is the second BDSM mystery involving buff Palm Springs private eyes and leathersex partners Dan and Mark.

Cages come in different forms – the ring for violent MMA contests, the iron-barred narrow cells for defiant captives, and the imaginary cages the mind creates to torment men. Dan and Mark will experience all three over time as the actions moves from Camp Pendleton, California to Berlin and back to the community of Cathedral City.

Will the darkness of violence and decadence overpower the light of determination and devotion?

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Doctor Nikolai Hartmann escaped the Hesse-Davian dungeons. He fled civilized Europe to come to the vast wilderness of the New World, where he carved out a home in which he could love openly and without censure—Aleksey’s Kingdom. However, there is an irritating green-eyed, dark-haired flaw in his new paradise. A king and a general, Aleksey has no intention of wasting his life away in a remote forest. When he agrees to accompany a group of soldiers to a distant outpost to discover why it has been mysteriously abandoned, Nikolai has no choice but to tag along.

While traveling through the wilderness with their new companions, it does not take Nikolai and Aleksey long to realize that far from mounting a rescue operation, they are merely unwitting pawns in a far more sinister conspiracy. But their enemies have badly miscalculated by threatening anything Nikolai loves. In this merciless place of towering trees, where water plummets beyond the human ability to comprehend, Nikolai must unleash the unfettered savagery of his true nature to save Aleksey.

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Working for a perfectionist like strict, sexy-as-hell Ethan isn’t easy. Falling in love with him? No problem at all.

Taking a bar job in an exclusive hotel is a stopgap for Andy. He’s an actor and his big break is coming soon—he knows it. His hot, new boss, Ethan, is strict, demanding and totally off-limits, but Andy can’t stop thinking about him.

When Andy learns of Ethan’s need to be in control of his partner—in bed and out of it—he’s stunned by the intensity of his reaction. He wants Ethan guiding him, bringing order to his chaotic life. And he sees that Ethan needs him too, though they can’t be open about their feelings.

Ethan deals out deliciously perverse consequences for misbehaving, but when it comes to incentives, he knows just what to offer to have Andy on his knees begging for more.

But some secrets can’t stay that way for long. And when difficult choices arise, for once Andy can’t turn to Ethan for guidance. This time, he’s on his own.

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of intense pain play, including the use of a Wartenberg wheel and figging.

Excerpt: (found at Totally Bound website)

And if he chance to speak, be ready straight,

And with a low submissive reverence

Say, ‘What is it your honour will command?’

—The Taming of the Shrew, Shakespeare


“Tell me why you think I should hire you, Mr. Naylor.”

Andy directed another winning smile at the man behind the desk. Ethan Mason hadn’t responded to the last three, but maybe they were chipping away at the ice—ice that had formed when he’d told Ethan to call him Andy then solidified after the confession that most of his experience of bars had been as a customer.

“I’m a hard worker.” If he was doing something interesting. “Reliable.” Up to a point. “Good with people.” True. “I invented a cocktail once.” Then drank so many of them, he’d forgotten the ingredients. Puked up around three in the morning. It had been a nasty mess.

Ethan pushed back his heavy wooden chair—no padding for this guy—and stood. Not an overly tall man, no obvious muscles bulging underneath the dark gray suit, but Andy guessed Ethan could break up a bar fight if needed without ruffling his smooth, dark hair. Cool guy. Ice-cool. And now ‘ice, ice, baby’ was stuck in his head in a retro hip-hop loop-de-loop, and shit, he needed this job. His rent was due. His place was a crappy dump, but this was Vancouver and even shoebox-sized rooms without a view of the water or the mountains—which took some doing—weren’t cheap. He hadn’t heard back about the dog food commercial yet, but something told him he hadn’t gotten the part—the something being his main competition emerging from the final interview with lips barely dry from giving a blow job. No jizz streaking his chin, but that smug, used look was unmistakable. Andy had seen it in a mirror often enough, but he sucked cocks for pleasure, not to get a job. When he got his first major role—and he would, anytime soon—it would be down to his acting talent and nothing else.

His determination was wearing thin after a few years of bit parts that went nowhere, but he patched it when needed.

“Show me,” Ethan said and left his office without looking back.

Andy chewed the inside of his cheek—a bad habit he had to stop—and followed him. They walked along a hallway with doors opening off it—storeroom, break room, cleaning supplies, the paintwork clean, the black and white floor tiles freshly mopped. Even behind the scenes, the Totally Five Star Hotel lived up to its name. The corridor led to a swinging door with a narrow glass panel set in it, allowing safe passage in either direction.

Behind the door was a bar, although not the main one for the hotel. Andy had seen that on the way in, impressed by the muted elegance of the place, all gleaming brass and dark green carpet, the swoop of the counter drawing attention to the glitter of glasses and bottles behind it. This was a smaller lounge—clean, severe lines, a black granite surface shimmering in the overhead lights as if it was liquid instead of solid enough to resist the blade of a knife, the walls painted bronze. Upmarket but still welcoming. At eight-thirty in the morning, it was empty.

Ethan kept going, opening a gate to give him access to the room. He took a seat on a stool with a curved back. Did that make it a chair or did they need four legs? Andy wasn’t about to ask.

Ethan tapped the bar. “Make me your cocktail. And without getting tacky—we don’t twirl bottles here—give me something to look at.”

“Huh?” Andy’s tie made his blue eyes a shade darker, but it had clearly developed a new ability of tightening at crucial moments, throttling the wearer. He couldn’t breathe. He was a performer, for God’s sake. What was wrong with him? He’d always excelled at improv sessions, even when the audience was hostile or unreceptive, and Ethan was neither of those. More like a teacher with a disappointing student, waiting for the correct answer and sure it wouldn’t be forthcoming.

“I’m a customer in a classy cocktail bar. I’m about to pay fifteen dollars for a fancy drink with an improbable name from an attractive young man.” Ethan’s mouth twitched. Not a smile. More of a pained grimace. “Give me my money’s worth, Mr. Naylor. Charm me, so the tip I leave is a generous one.”

Andy eased the knot on the tie and gave Ethan smile number four—or five. He’d lost count. “Sure thing.”

Ethan’s gray eyes hardened and he raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“Yes, sir?” Andy hazarded.


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Rebecca Cohen’s Expat Corner: Fasnacht – the madness that is Basel’s Spring Carnival

It is to my eternal shame that, until I moved to Basel, I had never heard of Fasnacht, the Spring Carnival celebrated throughout Germany and Switzerland. I certainly would never have associated the three days of madness I experienced with the normally sedate city of Basel.

Now, Basel being Basel, it doesn’t do anything quite like anywhere else– indeed Fasnacht is celebrated a week later here – but why they do it later, and actually why they do it all, was lost due to the great earthquake of 1356 (yes it’s been going on a long time!).

The cliques (guilds) prepare for months to be ready to for Morgensreich when, on Monday morning at 4 am, every street light in the old town is switched off and the city is plunged into darkness. As the bell tolls, the piccolos and drums drown the city in a wave of music, and the cliques march through the unlit streets carrying huge painted lanterns.

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This goes on for several hours. The cliques keep going, but 5.30am is a good time to pop into one of the bars that have stayed open all night to enjoy a beer and some mehlsuppe (flour soup – which, to my British eye, is basically a bowl of gravy). Then everyone goes home for a few hours’ sleep before the parades start.

At this point I think I’d better introduce you to the waggis – a strange a creature who’s a mix of clown, demon and French farmer. They roam the streets armed with confetti, oranges and sweets.  If you’re not wearing your plakette (Carnival badge) you’d better beware because you’re fair game to have a handful of confetti thrust down your shirt, and to be honest even if you are wearing one you’re likely to get covered in confetti. But if they do get you, you usually get a sweet – or sometimes a can of beer – as an apology!

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The parade is made of costumed marching bands playing drums, tubas, trombones and trumpets and huge floats and wagons, many of them making political statements. It starts early afternoon and continues into the night. As well as the main parade, the small cliques walk down the small back streets, still playing their piccolos and drums  – be careful not meet them head on, as they have right of way. Unlike other Fasnacht celebrations, especially in Germany, audience participation is not encouraged and only people in the cliques dress up – Basel takes its Fasnacht very seriously!

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Day two is Children’s Fasnacht where the children dress up and run around the city, and there’s a mini version of the Monday parade complete with little waggis. If you missed the lanterns from Morgensreich they’re all on display in the Munster square. There are food and drink stalls everywhere; my particular favourite is the prosecco stall which sets itself up in the entrance to the Mont Blanc shop.

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Tuesday evening is the battle of oom-pah bands. And you’ve not lived until you’ve heard I Kiss A Girl by Katy Perry played on a tuba! I’ve also heard interesting versions of Dirty Old Town and Queen’s Fat Bottom Girls.

Just when you think you’ve had enough, Wednesday arrives with another full day of parades. And, since this is the last chance the Waggis have to offload their confetti, be prepared to get covered.

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I’m sure I’ve not done Basel’s Fasnacht justice. It’s a truly marvelous experience, and one that is very difficult to describe. But if you ever have the chance to go, jump at it. You won’t be disappointed!

Bio and Links:

Rebecca Cohen is a Brit abroad. Having swapped the Thames for the Rhine, she has left London behind and now lives with her husband and baby son in Basel, Switzerland. She can often be found with a pen in one hand and a cup of Darjeeling in the other.




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Rebecca Cohen’s Expat Corner – Missing the Sea

This is the second in author Rebecca Cohen’s series about life as an expat.

I miss the sea. Although you could argue, that since I was born and dragged up in Wolverhampton, in the West Midlands, and moved to London in my twenties, I have absolutely no right to do so. But in reality I’m also the daughter of a Cornishman, and I can’t remember a family holiday while growing up when we didn’t either head down to Truro in Cornwall or to Rhyl in north-west Wales.

They were cheap holidays. As a family we didn’t have a lot of money, so visiting relatives in the south-west or making use of a friend’s static caravan in Wales were the options we had. And the biggest draw for me was the sea. It was so much more vibrant that the canals we had back home, and it was free, so there no constraints in using it (unlike the fairground rides!).

My love affair with the sea continued into my adulthood and, before I left the UK, it was somewhere I escaped to if I wanted to clear my mind. I’ve been on holiday with friends, been an assistant stage manager at the Minack Theatre, and my husband even proposed to me on a beach in Cornwall so, you see, I’m a sea-ophile!

This is a photo from the production of War of the Worlds at the Minack Theatre in Cornwall


Maybe I should have thought about this before I moved to a landlocked country. But I am very glad to say the River Rhine has come to my aid. Our apartment sits on the banks of the river and, while it’s not the Atlantic Ocean, I have a pretty nice view of the river and the city. And it does mean I can follow the river to work in the morning. In the summer the locals can often be found cooling off in the river, and there’s even an annual ‘Am Rhine’ swim that takes place every August where you can join thousands of others to float down the river, collect a medal and stop for a mojito at the end.

One of my favourite things about Rhine are the little ferries (fȁhren) that are carried on the current travel from one side of the river to the other on a zip wire.


So, all in all, while I still miss the sea, the Rhine now has a special place in my affections, but it won’t stop me hitting the south-west coast at my first earliest opportunity when back in Blighty!

Bio and Links:

Rebecca Cohen is a Brit abroad. Having swapped the Thames for the Rhine, she has left London behind and now lives with her husband and baby son in Basel, Switzerland. She can often be found with a pen in one hand and a cup of Darjeeling in the other.




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Rebecca Cohen’s Expat Corner – Life in the Land of Cheese and Chocolate

Rebecca Cohen’s Expat Corner – Life in the Land of Cheese and Chocolate

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Hello! My name is Rebecca Cohen, and I’m a Brit abroad. Welcome to my expat corner on UK Gay Romance.

Back in 2011, I left behind the hustle and bustle of London, England to live in Basel, Switzerland, and the lovely Sue Brown has given me a monthly slot to witter on about some of the things I miss about Blighty, and the little differences that have changed my life now I’m a Swiss Miss.

So why Switzerland? Well, we moved over for my day job, and initially we said we’d give it two years and see how it goes. And two years later we’re still here, my hubby is enjoying being mein hausmann and I’ve also had our baby son – so we must be doing something right.

Basel on the Rive Rhine in the sunshine:

bridgeIt’s been interesting time over the last two years. There are things I really miss about the UK, and there are things that have really endeared me to my adopted country. Over the months I’ll be introducing you to some of the Swiss customs and quirks that make life interesting, and bemoan the little things that make me pine for the UK.

Basel is a very pretty city (if you don’t believe see the photos!), and there’s always something to do. Our apartment sits on the banks of the Rhine, and we’re a ten minute walk to the centre of the city. Basel is very international in its outlook, and most people speak English, so to my shame my German is terrible (thankfully my husband’s is much better).

Basel Rathaus (town hall) – one of the prettiest buildings I’ve ever seen.


And step back to the 14th century in the city centre on the way to Basel Munster

Basel Munster

Having spent Christmas in the UK, the things I miss have been at the forefront of my mind. As well as the obvious, friends and family, I miss the sea, London, Walkers Cheese and Onion crisps and Ribena (and don’t get me started about mince pies), and I’ll tell all about my woes in the coming months. Equally I’ve plenty of good things, Fasnacht – the strangest Spring Carnival I’ve ever experienced, Art Basel – where the city becomes a canvas, and Swiss Day where the amount of fireworks going off makes most Bonfire nights look like a damp squibb.

Hopefully you’ll join me in February when I’ll talk about why being the daughter of Cornishman made living in a landlocked country a bit of a shock, and why the River Rhine has become one of my favourite things.

Bio and Links:

Rebecca Cohen is a Brit abroad. Having swapped the Thames for the Rhine, she has left London behind and now lives with her husband and baby son in Basel, Switzerland. She can often be found with a pen in one hand and a cup of Darjeeling in the other.