Friday, February 20, 2015

Behind Locked Doors by Nicholas Kinsley ~ Review & Excerpt

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Title ~ Behind Locked Doors

Author ~ Nicholas Kinsley

Publisher ~ Forbidden Fiction Publishing

Published ~ 17th February 2015

Genre ~ Historical M/M Romance, BDSM

Rating

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Synopsis

Edward Taylor is a man torn between his honourable fa├žade and his forbidden carnal desires. Outwardly a proper Victorian family man, Edward secretly craves pain and lusts after men. Isaac Sinclair is a struggling writer forced by poverty to supplement his income with less savory pursuits, including discreetly inflicting “professional punishments” upon wealthy gentlemen. When Edward catches Isaac in an act of petty theft, the chance meeting seems to offer an ideal opportunity for both men. Neither man, however, is prepared for the escalation of social and personal risk occasioned by falling in love.

Monique’s Review

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Behind Locked Doors is a book that took me completely by surprise! I went into this thinking I was going to get a depraved M/M, BDSM, kink fest enhanced by the debauchery of an era that keeps all that is taboo bolted securely behind locked doors.

What I got was something completely different. This is a love story with a gentleness to it that was really quite endearing. Whilst BDSM is an inherent part of Edward and Isaac’s relationship it’s not what I would call hard core, for me it was definitely on the lighter side and more of a kink, with Edward’s need for punishment and control being the foundation of their professional relationship and I like how they were able to switch that side on and off as their true relationship developed later in the book.

Inwardly, Edward is a kind and gentle soul who effects an air of arrogance as a shield against a world he sees that can only cause him distress. Edward lives his life behind his own locked doors, having grown up in a society with questionable bearing and ostracised by his peers because of it, leaving him emotionally suppressed, socially awkward, lacking in confidence and full of insecurities. All compounded by the fact that he’s gay, enjoys pain and craves the control of a master. Throw in an indifferent relationship with a wife he married for appearance’s sake and a son who finds him so aloof he doesn’t know how to interact with him and the result is a very lonely man, lost and in desperate need of love, with his only release and freedom, the pain and control he so desperately desires. What he doesn’t expect to find, even in his wildest dreams, is that and so much more, when he engages in the ‘professional punishment’ services of an impoverished writer.

Isaac becomes his master, his grounding in life, without him he’s lost, living a mechanical existence and flails at what’s expected of him. It’s not just the punishment he craves but the affection and that sense of being cared for, someone else taking responsibility. What all too soon becomes apparent is his addiction for what only Isaac can provide and it’s not just his services, because the more we learn of Edward, the more we see that what he feels for Isaac is love, an emotion he is completely unfamiliar with.

The book opens up with Edward visiting Isaac for one of his punishment sessions and we then learn of Edward’s past and how they met through a series of flashbacks. Knowing their history and seeing it develop from a service to an emotional connection was a necessary part of the story, but I found myself wanting to move them along to see more, especially Isaac’s world including his friends, who I loved even though we only catch short glimpses of them and despite their artistic poverty they seemed so much more colourful and animated compared to Edward, and although Edward experiences some of that, we don’t actually see it. I just wanted a bit more of the fun and frivolous side to their story. I was desperate for them to push past the formality of the times. I understand why Edwards misery, his past and how he and Isaac met needed to be established to truly feel the love and connection when they do eventually get it together, but my god the wait seemed endless. Finally… just past the halfway mark, we get the urgency and passion I wanted, an emotional connection no longer repressed. It was like a mini explosion in my chest after all the drudgery and unspoken wanting, needing and desire. Some good old fashioned… can’t keep their hands off each other and shirt ripping passion I so longed for.

Although I had a couple of niggles, what I came away with from Behind Locked Doors was how thoroughly impressed I was by Nicholas Kinsley, he far surpasses my expectations of a debut author. The writing is exquisite and a pure delight to read, the prose flows beautifully and he captures the essence of Victorian London brilliantly, both visually and with his characterisation.  We see a very grey and gloomy London, with civil unrest rife, brought on by the great divide of the working classes and those oblivious in their society havens.

I don’t normally read historicals unless they are heavily laden with a dollop of kink, and as I’ve explained, this book isn’t really about the kink, but rather two men from opposite ends of the spectrum in London society, finding and managing to hold onto love, and having a chance at happiness in an era when assignations between them were already frowned upon, and for men with certain proclivities it was a dangerous time.

So to sum it up, despite this not being what I was expecting, Behind Locked Doors turned out to be a complete and utter gem, from a new author I’m really excited about. I have a feeling Nicholas Kinsley will become a firm favourite!

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Excerpt

A tug on the leash urged Edward to turn. Still blindfolded, Edward did as silently instructed, and turned with first one foot then the other to face the opposite direction. Another tug had him walking slowly forward, step by step, heel to toe, one in front of the other. He had no idea what might lay in his path or what surrounded him, but trusted Isaac to know where he was leading him.

He was stopped in front of the bed, halting when he felt the edge hit his knees. The tension on the leash lessened as Isaac let it fall from his grasp, and hung loosely by Edward’s left thigh. Edward was surprised to note that at some point he’d stopped shaking, only a few tremors here and there. Apart from the excitement that made him a bit giddy, he was almost entirely relaxed and at ease.

Isaac returned a final time and raised Edward's arms, crossed them behind his back, and efficiently bound them together with what felt to Edward like a leather belt.

Edward had never felt more vulnerable. Naked, blind, bound, collared. In the dark theatre of his mind, he conjured up an image of how he must look. It only served to arouse him further.

One hand lightly touched Edward’s stomach, and another settled between his shoulder blades, bracketing him. They applied the slightest bit of pressure, tilting him forward.

“Bend over, face on the bed.”

Slowly, with Isaac’s guiding hands, Edward bent over the bed until his forehead and nose pressed into the mattress. He was acutely aware of his backside, how open and exposed he must have appeared, and without thinking twice, spread his feet further apart. In an ideal situation, this would be when Isaac slid a finger into him, oiled him up just enough, then eased his cock inside. Edward felt his hole clench around empty air at the thought of it, but knew the ideal outcome would never occur. It was, after all, one of Isaac’s few rules. No buggering.

What Edward felt instead was not at all an unsatisfactory substitute. He knew the instrument well, had become closely acquainted with it years ago at school. The firm, thin rod caressing the cheeks of his arse now, giving him an idea of what was to be used on him, was undoubtedly a cane.

Edward arched his spine, raising his backside eagerly. The angle was beginning to hurt his neck, but the pain faded away into insignificance.

The first lash was light, hardly anything to wince at. A test, Edward presumed. The second was harder, the third even more so, and the fourth, almost unbearably painful. Edward’s muscles tensed at the sting, but still, it wasn’t enough. He bit his lip and prepared for more.

Isaac didn’t disappoint. There was no longer any holding back. Edward heard the soft whistle as the cane sliced through the air, and took the slim second before it came into contact with his skin to ready himself. Paths of pain spread warmly along his buttocks and thighs before long, and Edward found himself moaning from the pleasure of it.

Yes, oh yes, oh finally.

A tug on the leash urged Edward to turn. Still blindfolded, Edward did as silently instructed, and turned with first one foot then the other to face the opposite direction. Another tug had him walking slowly forward, step by step, heel to toe, one in front of the other. He had no idea what might lay in his path or what surrounded him, but trusted Isaac to know where he was leading him. He was stopped in front of the bed, halting when he felt the edge hit his knees. The tension on the leash lessened as Isaac let it fall from his grasp, and hung loosely by Edward’s left thigh. Edward was surprised to note that at some point he’d stopped shaking, only a few tremors here and there. Apart from the excitement that made him a bit giddy, he was almost entirely relaxed and at ease. Isaac returned a final time and raised Edward's arms, crossed them behind his back, and efficiently bound them together with what felt to Edward like a leather belt. Edward had never felt more vulnerable. Naked, blind, bound, collared. In the dark theatre of his mind, he conjured up an image of how he must look. It only served to arouse him further. One hand lightly touched Edward’s stomach, and another settled between his shoulder blades, bracketing him. They applied the slightest bit of pressure, tilting him forward. “Bend over, face on the bed.” Slowly, with Isaac’s guiding hands, Edward bent over the bed until his forehead and nose pressed into the mattress. He was acutely aware of his backside, how open and exposed he must have appeared, and without thinking twice, spread his feet further apart. In an ideal situation, this would be when Isaac slid a finger into him, oiled him up just enough, then eased his cock inside. Edward felt his hole clench around empty air at the thought of it, but knew the ideal outcome would never occur. It was, after all, one of Isaac’s few rules. No buggering. What Edward felt instead was not at all an unsatisfactory substitute. He knew the instrument well, had become closely acquainted with it years ago at school. The firm, thin rod caressing the cheeks of his arse now, giving him an idea of what was to be used on him, was undoubtedly a cane. Edward arched his spine, raising his backside eagerly. The angle was beginning to hurt his neck, but the pain faded away into insignificance. The first lash was light, hardly anything to wince at. A test, Edward presumed. The second was harder, the third even more so, and the fourth, almost unbearably painful. Edward’s muscles tensed at the sting, but still, it wasn’t enough. He bit his lip and prepared for more. Isaac didn’t disappoint. There was no longer any holding back. Edward heard the soft whistle as the cane sliced through the air, and took the slim second before it came into contact with his skin to ready himself. Paths of pain spread warmly along his buttocks and thighs before long, and Edward found himself moaning from the pleasure of it. Yes, oh yes, oh finally.

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Meet the Author

Nicholas Kinsley has been writing since a very young age. After going through school focused on computer science, he discovered that he would rather be a professional author. He grew up with few friends and a love of books, and hopes to create worlds in which others can find enjoyment. Kinsley currently attends community college in Maryland and plans to study abroad and major in Literature. He has written many works of fan fiction under the name Neuroticnick, and sometimes feels he won’t be able to write all of his plot ideas in one lifetime. He also plays guitar, and loves music.

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1 comment:

  1. Thanks for the review, Monique! I've bought the story when I was only halfway through the sample. Writting style is great so far *_* Love the cover!

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