Monday, March 30, 2015

Yield to Me by Sarah Castille - Review

 Below-the-belt, no-holds-barred attraction...

Amateur MMA fighter, Marcy Foster is determined to win the state championship. But dark secrets and a broken trust mean there's one submission she just can't master. Fortunately Club Excelsior has hired a coach who knows all the right moves.

Sexy, confident and commanding, fight consultant Jax demands control, both in and out of the ring. But once he has Marcy against the ropes, Jax knows he's in too deep. He has the dominance to give her what she needs, but once he unleashes her hidden passions, there's no going back.

Under Jax's skilled hands, Marcy submits to her deepest desires. But when her personal and professional worlds collide, she is forced to face a brutal truth--yielding to her darkest needs may be the one thing that costs her the fight...and her heart.

Yield to Me is a Club Excelsior Novella by Sarah Castille it’s an MMA fighter romance. One of the best parts about this book? The fighter is a woman! Talk about a switch from the typical bad boy fighter type being the main attraction in the ring/cage. Considering this is a novella length story I never felt like it wasn’t a complete book, for me that’s rare. Novella’s typically leave me wanting for more, but in the case of Yield to Me it was perfectly done. 

Marcy is a fighter. She is stubborn and has something to prove, which makes her determined to win. There is nothing she wouldn’t do in order to become the best female in the MMA … except accept the help from Jax the new trainer hired to get her ready for the upcoming fight. 

Jax is a retired MMA fighter, a psychologist, and he trains fighters to help them be their best. He was brought to Club Excelsior to help Marcy get over her fear of submission, but the stubborn little spitfire refuses him. 

Marcy and Jax have instant chemistry and something inside of Marcy craves everything Jax can offer. Will she let down her guard long enough to see what is right in front of her? Can Jax help Marcy accept who she really is and save her fighting career? 

I absolutely love fighter books and this is no exception. I can’t wait to read more in the series. Yield to Me is a FOUR star read with FOUR drenched panties! 


“Open for me and take it all until there isn’t an 
inch of your p I haven’t touched. I want you, Marcy. 
I want you to be utterly and completely mine.”



Becoming His Master - Blog Tour & Review

From rescue to romance…

Teach a wounded submissive the value of his service. The task ought to be an easy one for an experienced dominant like Henry Webb. 

But novice Jay Kress challenges his teacher like no other. Still bearing the bruises of an encounter outside the bounds of safe consensual play, Jay is desperate to submit to the man who saved him—and shamed by his desires. 

Henry recognizes the dangers of a relationship built on hero worship. He’ll teach Jay how to stay safe, that’s all. He won’t take advantage of the younger man’s trust. He won’t share his fantasies about his dark-haired, athletic student. He’ll never claim this submissive for his own...
Becoming His Master is book four in the Neighborly Affections series by M.Q. Barber and could be read as a prequel to the first three books — however I would suggest if you are going to read the entire series to read them in the order they are written because you will have a greater understanding of why telling Jay’s story was such a worthwhile journey to series fans.

M.Q Barber has one of the most distinctive voices as a BDSM author I have ever experienced reading. It’s like a breath of fresh air to see someone step outside of the S&M  side of things and more into the D/s world. There are so many flavors to the lifestyle and the genre seems entirely focused on the pain side and gives very little to the softer side of submission.

“Your is not my kink, but your kink is okay.”

The entire series can be summed up in that one small quote. Barber hit the nail on the head with this story. It perfectly takes the reader back to when Henry first met Jay and the struggles that painted their past. I normally do not enjoy reading a softer male character. Even in m/m books I like the dynamic between two alpha personalities battling it out, but Jay is such a sweet soul that it’s almost impossible not to fall head over heels for him. If he were a real person I would want to wrap him up in my arms and keep him forever to be MY good boy.

“You may be assured I do so no matter what position I place you 
in. You are my good boy, and you please me with every sweet smile, every pleading whimper, and every wriggle of desire.”

Henry. Oh, dear sweet dominant Henry. Becoming His Master gave me an entirely new respect for his Domly ways. While he is quite the domestic task master, he is also every bit the sexual dom … he isn’t into pain for pains sake, but understands the need in others for that type or relationship. If ever a fictional book could accurately portray the safe-sane-consensual mantra of any respectable BDSM player this IS the book to do so.

Having read the other books, I knew this one would be a slow burn as far as any kind of sexual gratification, so be warned if you are just looking for a smutty BDSM book, this one is going to leave you disappointed. This book is so much more than wham bam thank you sir. Be prepared to get inside the mind of a calculated and controlled mind of a dominant man and inside the heart of a sweetly sensitive and hurt submissive.

“Why do you allow your fear to hold you back? Love demands more of you. Whether master or servant, we are all of us slaves to love.”

Becoming His Master is an emotional roller coaster that will grab you from the first page. It is every bit a FIVE star storyline, more if I could… and while the book isn’t overly sexual there is more than a little sexual tension and play that will keep your panties soaked through… earning FOUR drenched panties on my smut scale.
 Becoming His Master (R) Excerpt © M.Q. Barber 2015

Henry’s watch showed quarter to eight as he mounted the stairs toting carryout meals for himself and his submissive. The hour found the second floor a modest hive of activity as players donned their preferred personas and headed upstairs to the sandbox. Eventually, he too would join the procession, with Jay in tow. For now, he turned right and stepped through the wide double doors into the salon.

The area set aside for himself and young Mr. Kress showed Emma’s unmistakable influence. Tucked into the farthest corner of the room, a three-panel screen of wood and fabric created a private dining nook. Best pray the younger man didn’t recognize the scenes depicted, though the intent shouted for all and sundry to pay heed.

A pair of yellow-ribboned women cast admiring glances his way. Muting his growl, he stepped past them with a curt headshake. Won’t interfere, my ass.

A paean to Greek mythology and literature graced each panel. Achilles and Patroclus circled each other with shields and spears, their sandaled feet the only flesh not on view. Apollo strummed his lyre while a boy—Hyacinth, given the field of flowers—lay at his feet. Beautiful Ganymede proffered a cup beneath the sheltering wings of Zeus-as-eagle.

Stalking across the room, he considered the ready excuses sure to be on Emma’s lips. A shield to keep the boy from prying eyes, lest his table manners prove less than impeccable. Hadn’t he himself insisted on protecting Jay from possible criticism? No, of course the scenes hadn’t been deliberate. Convenience had dictated the choice. In no way had she meant to imply Jay Kress was his eromenos.

His beloved boy. His to mentor and protect. His sweet lips to kiss, his beautiful thighs to fuck.

Cock pressing at his fly, he swore in silence. Was there no mercy to be found?

He rounded the screen.

Jay sprang to his feet.

No. No mercy at all.

Despite Emma’s claim, his student wore a suit as well as he wore leather shorts. Temptation beat at him, an unrelenting pressure, the image of his submissive on his knees with the same earnest delight on his face.

He forced himself to turn and deposit the bag on the table. Slow and easy.

“You’ve set a lovely table.” He told himself navy wasn’t Jay’s color, despite the good sense he’d shown to pair his suit with a solid white shirt and a pale blue tie with a diagonal thin-stripe in white. “I trust your wait has been a pleasant one?”

“Yes, Master Henry.” Jay stood straight and tall, a slender vision of grace. “Mistress Emma showed me what to do.”

“It’s just Emma, my boy. No title. She’s a submissive here, as you are.” He unpacked the tote. Salads first, the light containers atop the others.

“But she’s in charge of things.” Jay tilted his head. He started to roll his shoulders before stopping himself.

Warm foil container deposited on the table, Henry paused in his work to study his submissive with more care. “Yes, she handles some functions at the club.” The neat half-Windsor had to be Emma’s doing. “She also submits to her husband.” Likewise, the white rose boutonniere pinned with Jay’s red ribbon, the symbol of his ownership. The younger man’s purity and innocence bound under his protection and control.

Pinned. Of course.

“Tell me, how many pins did it take until Emma was satisfied with the drape of your jacket?”

“I’m not sure, Master Henry.” Jay half-smiled, his eyes shining. “She made me stand still for a long time, though. Do you like it?”

With such an enticing invitation, he smoothed the fabric from the lapel to the right shoulder.

Jay caught his breath and rocked his hips.

“Quite handsome,” he murmured. Such promising responses his pupil gave, eager physicality impossible to miss. “But you cannot relax, can you? Afraid you’ll disrupt her handiwork if you so much as breathe too deeply.”

“I don’t mind, Master Henry.” If you like it, he didn’t say, though the worship in his gaze made the words unnecessary.

Humming, he traced the edge of the lapel downward and unfastened the button holding the jacket closed. “I mind.” Hanging the jacket on the chair back wouldn’t do any harm. “Your comfort is my responsibility during our time together.”

He pushed the coat from the boy’s shoulders. He’d remove his own to ensure his dinner partner felt no awkwardness.

“No, no, please.” Jay clutched at the fabric, fighting the motion, his voice rising. “Master Henry, please.”

What the devil was he—

“Please don’t take my ribbon, I’m your good boy, I’m yours—”

Henry kissed him.

He knew the instant their lips touched he ought not have done it.

Soft and pliant, the younger man opened his mouth with a throaty little whimper.


Irresistible. A possessive haze descended, snarling heat pushing out from his center. He ground his cock against his submissive and claimed his mouth. 


USA Today bestselling author M.Q. Barber likes to get lost in thought. She writes things down so she can find herself again.

Often found staring off into space or frantically scratching words on sticky notes, M.Q. lives with one very tolerant, easily amused husband and one very tolerant, easily amused puppy.

She has a soft spot for romances that explore the inner workings of the heart and mind alongside all that steamy physical exertion. She loves memorable characters, witty banter, and heartfelt emotion in any genre.

The former Midwestern gal is the author of the Neighborly Affection contemporary romance series. Pick a safeword, grab a partner or two, and jump in.