Hi Jessica, thank you for letting me take over.
What made me decide to write a series about a BDSM book set in a Scottish Castle? I have no idea.
I think it's partly because I love the country I live in—well apart from the midges. They're not nick-named the scourge of Scotland for nothing. The scenery is lovely, we can have four seasons in an hour, let alone a day or a year, and the accents are great.
Not that far from where I live is an old ruined castle, and I decided if it was rebuilt, it would be the perfect place for my Club.
Then I let my imagination run riot as I designed the newly built castle in my mind. (Well I did want to be an architect once upon a time)
Diomhair. That's Gaelic for secret, and as each book revolves around a secret, and the series has a secret running through it, I decided it was an apt name for the series and the castle.
I love being able to place a story somewhere I know. It's fun to imagine the story unfolding in places I've walked and enjoyed. And of course as I type it brings back all sorts of memories. No not of me doing what I'm writing, but of the place itself. And I do giggle when I imagine a BDSM club in this particular place. It wouldn't happen. That's one great facet of writing. This is my story, and I'm writing it as I want to. Okay, no that's not really right. I'm writing as my muse and characters dictate.
I'll hold my hands up though, and say I do often switch places around. After all not many people want to know there house/village/castle is featured in an erotic book. Or get the wink wink, nudge nudge, "that's what you get up to then," comments
Although Diomhair is a series, each book can be read as a stand alone, which is how I like to write. After all I don't want you not to read this because you haven't read book one.
In Secrets Uncovered, which the second book in the series, it's Kath who has the secret, and once she shares it with Jeff, her Dom, her life changes.
This is the cover:
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Here's the blurb…
Convincing a Dom that pregnancy doesn’t mean the end of all play can take some doing. Kath is horny and determined, but what does Jeff think?
Pregnancy should be the happiest time of your life. What’s a sub to do, however, when her Dom won’t touch her? Kath can’t understand why Jeff is being so difficult. After all, she’s pregnant, not ill, and she’ll combust with sexual frustration if she can’t seduce Jeff into play.
Jeff can’t help but worry over Kath’s health. It doesn’t matter what anyone, including the doctor, says about sex being okay, his mind tells him otherwise. It’s his duty to protect his sub, even if he’s giving himself blue balls in the process. He’ll do anything to keep her and their baby safe.
With the two of them at an impasse, tension runs high, especially when the future of Diomhair is threatened by an unknown enemy.
As they pull together to secure their home, and their workplace, can they also resolve their personal problems, or does pregnancy spell the end of their Dom/sub relationship?
Poor Kath, she's up against one kick-add determined Dom… But she's a strong woman. So to find out what happen you need to read the book. But here's an excerpt to tease you.
It looked like the condom gremlins might have been at work, but when? There hadn’t been any occasion lately when as Jeff so poetically put it, ‘this raincoat isn’t fit for purpose’. Pregnant? Surely not. Along with marriage it was in the ‘yeah maybe one day file’, not the ‘for immediate attention’ one.
He sponged her forehead. “Okay now?”
Kath nodded. “I think so. Once I’ve cleaned my teeth and used the mouthwash.”
He scowled. “I said that fish smelled fishy.”
Kath giggled, and he looked sheepish as he put toothpaste on her brush and handed it to her. She took it gratefully, pleased to be able to freshen her breath and not feel as if she was twenty and experiencing the after effects of a boozy night out at uni. Jeff waited until she’d finished and lifted her into his arms. His cock bounced under her ass, and she smiled. He might think it was all over, but his prick didn’t. There’s hope yet then. She remembered Jeff’s last statement and sniggered.
“Duh, bad pun, hon.”
“Yeah well, you know what I mean. Okay, pet, bed and a drink of water. Will you be all right if I go to tidy up the playroom?” He tucked her under the duvet as if she were a child. It was both comforting and annoying.
“Of course. But, well…” Kath looked up at his cock still hard with tiny droplets of pre-cum coating it. “We haven’t finished.”
“Oh yes we have. I can cope for once.”
“Oh, well, good for you, but what about me?” She sounded like a petulant child. Kath, was wet, horny and wanted to come hard and fast, and it made her irritated. Yes, she acknowledged, in their scene it wouldn’t have happened like that. However, deprived of the scene, she needed those feelings to overwhelm her and let her forget what she’d missed. Kath ignored the fact she’d tried to cry red. There was a reason for that.
Jeff raised one eyebrow, all Dom and all dominant, and Kath shivered. She loved that masterful ‘I know what’s best’ side of him, but at that moment she wished he’d sat on it. She needed to come, and if he wouldn’t fuck her, then bugger it, she’d do it herself.
“You can wait, it’ll do you good, pet. None of this bratty attitude now, please.”
It seemed he understood her expression.
“Not when I can’t give you the punishment it merits. Not unless you want me to remember and add it to the one you deserve for scaring me senseless and then me having to wait as well?” He grinned. Kath knew that grin. Wicked, evil and plotting summed it up nicely. Under any other circumstances, her brat-level would increase, just to see what creative punishment he’d come up with. Not tonight though. She gave a weak smile.
“Sorry, Sir.” She loved Jeff in everyway possible, and to call him Sir gave her a delicious thrum deep inside her. He was her Master, and without him, her life would be colourless and bland.
He kissed the tip of her nose, and Kath wriggled said orifice. His touch tickled and she knew that was one reason he did it.
“Ah, love, I’m cruel to be so stern, and you so ill. Try and sleep. I’ll be back as soon as I’ve cleaned up. If you’ve been good, I might give you a little treat.”
“A climax?” Kath asked drowsily. She felt as drained as if they’d scened in the club. Dimly she heard Jeff chuckle.
“Maybe a cuddle.” He untied the ribbon from her ponytail and stroked her hair back from her face in a loving gesture.
Secrets Uncovered, Diomhair book two, is available from
To celebrate, I've got one copy of Secrets Shared Diomhair book one to give away to one commenter. Just put what you think, in your opinion is the most important quality a Dom should have. You can check it out on https://www.totallybound.com/secrets-shared or www.ravenmcallan.com
Love R x