All the Gear, No Idea by Kim Dare

Welcome to the Perfect Strangers blog tour! First up is best-selling author Kim Dare. Her story, All the Gear, No Idea (I Blame Bret) is now for sale at ARe!

One of those guys…

In almost every story, alongside the main characters, there are a couple of bit players. Guys who turn up for a few paragraphs before wandering off and disappearing forever, not to be thought of by either the reader or the writer.

That’s the theory, at least. Sometimes, those guys don’t leave. They stay in the writer’s mind and there’s nothing that will get them out of there.

A little over a year ago, I wrote a story called Call Me Sir, Boy! When I was finished, the main characters settled down in the very back of my mind to live happily ever after together. I’ve barely heard a peep out of them.

However, the same couldn’t be said of two of the secondary characters in that book.

One of them, Brett, has been a complete brat for me. He really liked playing match maker, and he’s been jumping up and down in my imagination, determined to see if he can duplicate the success he found in setting up Jack and Ricky. Almost ever since I finished Call Me Sir, Boy!, Brett has been nagging me to write a sequel.

Then, there’s McCormack. He’s a dom who appeared briefly in that book. He hasn’t been a brat. He hasn’t been nagging me. He’s just been standing there, right in the centre of my mind; standing there, with his leather boots and his shaved head, with his tattoos and his piercings.

McCormack would never stoop to being a brat, that’s not his style. But, to be honest, he didn’t need to jump up and down to get my attention. He’s a dom to the core – the kind of guy who takes his leather seriously.

When McCormack walks into a room, everyone’s attention is instantly drawn to him – he’s that sort of man. He doesn’t need to strut and shout to prove his point. His dominance is natural, stemming from an instinctively alpha personality. So, perhaps you can imagine how difficult it was for me to ignore his persistent presence in the back of my mind.

Okay, I confess, the leather and the tattoos were kind of distracting for me, too…

A year after I wrote Call Me Sir, Boy! I gave in.

Brett’s getting his chance to play matchmaker. McCormack is getting his story.

Here’s the blurb for All the Gear, No Idea.

Can Brett really succeed in matching-up kinky strangers perfectly, two Valentine’s Days in a row? He’s going to have a damn good try.

Twelve months ago, Brett had a great time setting up his master’s friend Jack with his own friend, Ricky. When he sees a new novice sub walk into the club—one who obviously has all the gear and no idea—Brett is instantly convinced that he would be the perfect guy to compliment McCormack’s hard core attitude.

McCormack’s not impressed. Theo is damn near terrified. Can clueless and hard core live happily ever after? It’s time to find out.

 

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