I hope you like it and are excited Ben and Gavin have more to say. So, as a promise to you all, I give you the first scene from Restraint, Power Exchange Book 4. This is my way of saying I will not sit down, I will not shut up, and in fact, I will write about the love of people like me until I take my literal dying gasp. I know I still have a voice, and I plan to use it. The point is that I’m writing it and in the wake of heartbreaking, devastating news, I wanted to share with my people that maybe we still have things to look forward to. It may not go as fast as Consent did (4 months to write) or it may. But it’s my foremost project, and is the one getting my attention. I cannot promise when Restraint will be released other than to say 2017. Maybe I’m ready to let you tell it.” It has some legs, so I’ve tinkered out a plot and in the last couple weeks have gotten the first scene down amid a wedding, some serious personal strife that knocked me over like Hulk punching Thor, and this ugly, UGLY election. Ben of all people has been whispering to me, saying, “Hey, I have a story, too. It keeps coming back so much I might as well make that the tagline). I’ve been kicking around an idea for a 4th Power Exchange (this series has taught me to never say never. This is MY country, too and I absolutely refuse to be a doormat because these people have deemed my differences are not differences they can tolerate. I will not go quietly into the closet/dark corners/oblivion like apparently half the voters in this country would like me and other marginalized groups to do.

I will be like Lieutenant Dan, on the mast of a small ship riding stormy waves, screaming into the wind and the rain, “Is that all you got! Come on! Bring it!” President Trump is the dying gasp of a white patriarchy who can’t handle otherness, and while it may feel like a hurricane force wind right now, I’ve got lungs, too, and I plan to scream back. I’m ready to take on those who want to see immigrants and Muslims and People of Color and LGBTQ people shuffled out of their country, into dark corners, or into some other kind of oblivion. Now, I’m rolling up my sleeves and ready to fight. I think I’m done reeling from the election results.

Power exchange by aj rose