Book Blitz ~ Sir by N.R. Walker (Reviews + Excerpt +Giveaway)

N.R. Walker
Publication date: July 25th 2019
Genres: Erotica, LGBTQ+, Romance

Founded over four hundred years ago, Sanctus Infinitus Redemptio is a private and very elite society where dominance and submission are revered. Steeped in tradition and excellence, every Dominant and every submissive, and their pairing, is selected with great care.

When Hunter Vargo is brought into the Sanctus, his need for strict dominance sees him paired with the wrong Master. But only a short time later, mistreated and his trust broken, he’s recalled, his collar removed. The Grand Master knows it will take a special kind of Dominant to restore the sub’s faith and trust.

Sig Bruckner’s world is perfect. He has a great job, he has high standing within the Sanctus, and he has Levin, the very best submissive. When he’s asked to take on a second sub, a submissive with issues and a rule not to touch him, Sig’s world is turned upside down.

When his Dominance, his patience, and self-control are tested, and when Sig’s relationship with both subs is pushed past his limits, everything begins to unravel. Yet Sig knows every good Dom learns from their subs, and he’s no exception. He might not be able to fix everything on his own, but perhaps the three of them together can.

Sig Bruckner is about to learn who’s really in control.

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The Mercedes slowed around the grand driveway, stopping in front of the huge manor. The Casa di Salvezza was a remarkable nod to history and grand architecture, and a buzz thrilled through me every time I came here. One of Colton’s boys, Phillip, opened my door. He offered a polite smile before bowing his head. “Good evening, Sir.”

I nodded my acknowledgement and stepped out of the car. I straightened my jacket and ran my hand through my hair. A touch of grey flecked at my temples, but the brown mostly matched my eyes. It was otherwise short and tidy; impeccably neat, like everything in my life. Structured, organised, understated but distinguished. I glanced up at the huge stone building, the windows glowing warm and inviting, and I walked to the door, knowing Levin would follow. Without prompting, without even a look, he read my cues.

The perfect submissive.

My perfect submissive.

Levin had been in my care for two years. He had dark hair, blue eyes, and fair skin that flushed beautifully when he laughed and when he orgasmed. Other Doms would probably say I was too lenient on the boy or I spoiled him, but Levin was different. He was smart, sometimes a little cheeky, warm and kind, and completely insatiable. He has been chosen for me by Colton. Colton, my old Master, my Master still, had an uncanny ability to choose the perfect partner.

Dominant to submissive, Master Colton had a gift for forging bonds between pairings. As far as I knew, he’d never failed.

I hadn’t been Colton’s sub for nearly a decade. He taught me everything I know. I had no obligation to fall to my knees in front of him, but I would. No matter how long it had been since he called me his sub, he would always be my Master.

Even though I’d been a Master in my own right for ten years, we would still meet regularly and talk over coffee. At least every six weeks, not including play sessions. He was my mentor, my adviser, but I’d like to think he was also my friend. We’d discuss the trials and tribulations of being a Master, of having the responsibility of subs, the latest goings on in this dominion, and in the other dominions in other countries.

This dominion I was part of, like all dominions in the Sanctus, had three Grand Masters: Jürg, Valente, and Colton. Each had a specialty, an area of expertise. All three were exceptional men. With traditions spanning centuries and unimaginable wealth, the Sanctus was an exclusive, elite community, and one I was honoured to be part of.

Each member was chosen with a specific purpose—mine being medicine—ensuring the dominion remained self-sufficient. We didn’t have to look outside of our own dominion for expertise. Real estate, stock markets, even our mechanics and house cleaners were all part of the dominion.

There were rules. Many rules, but none more important than the first.


Keep the secret.

As I approached the huge wooden front doors to Master Colton’s manor, I knew Levin was following. I could hear his quiet footfalls two steps behind me. I didn’t have to turn around to know he’d be walking with his head slightly bowed, his shoulders squared, and his hands clasped behind his back.

Master Colton was right.

Levin was perfect for me. He read me, as I did him. He was dedicated and willing, his submission to me a true gift.

Colton had matched other Doms perfectly with their subs, which was why I was surprised he called me, requesting to see me urgently.

He’d gotten one wrong, he’d said.

He needed me to come, it was a matter of importance, he’d said.

Bring Levin, he’d told me.

Which was why we were here.

The doors opened before me, and we stepped inside. The marble foyer was impressive, as was the entire estate. Stefan, Colton’s first sub, a pretty, dark-haired boy, greeted us with a nod. “Master will be pleased,” he said quietly, and ignoring the immense staircase in front of us, we turned to the left and walked through to the sitting room, where I was asked to wait. The doors closed silently behind him.

The room was delicately dressed in fine antiques; ironic, considering the furniture in the several playrooms downstairs. There were two French provincial chairs, and I deduced I was to sit on one of them.

Levin silently knelt beside me. Dressed in my standard required attire of faded jeans, he also wore a black T-shirt, a coat, and boots for the weather. He rested on his heels.

A sight to behold, my sub.

He hid his anxiety well. Kneeling beside me now, no one would guess he was nervous about coming here. He’d wondered why Colton had insisted on his presence. He thought for one horrible, fleeting second that he was being recalled.

“I don’t want you to leave me,” he’d whispered. “I could never belong to anyone else. Not as I belong to you.”

I’d dismissed that, reassuring him Master Colton had not implied any such thing. I’d reassured him ultimately it was my decision if I kept him as my own or even his decision if he wished to remove his collar. “Never,” he’d whispered, so then I’d reassured him with my cock.

Just how he liked it.

When the doors reopened and Colton walked in, he held a piece of paper, and I could tell he was uneasy. Colton sat in the chair across from me, worry lines marring his brow. His third sub, Mikhail, knelt quickly beside him, assuming the same position as my Levin.

“Thank you for coming on such short notice,” Colton said.

“Of course.”

“Sig,” he started. “You know me well.”

I nodded. “And I can tell you are troubled.”

He frowned again and sighed. “I am.”

“What is it?”

“I failed a submissive,” he said quietly.

Instinctively, I was quick to leave the chair and kneel in front of him, in a pose that mirrored Levin’s. “I don’t believe it.”

“It’s true,” he admitted. “I paired a Dom and sub, and they were . . . not compatible.”

Compatible. I didn’t like how the word sounded. Not all bonds are for life; some last years, some don’t. But this sounded . . . different. I couldn’t quite marry what he was saying with the man I knew. “Please explain so I understand.”

“A boy was brought into the Sanctus a few weeks ago. I oversaw him. He’s a dear boy; a boy who needs strict boundaries. I paired him with Lazzaro.”

I winced at the mention of his name. I knew many Doms who practised S&M and they were good people. But Lazzaro had a coldness about him. He had the hollow stare of a manipulator, a sociopath.

Colton didn’t miss my reaction to the mention of Lazzaro’s name and he let out a sad sigh. “Yes. Last night, Lazzaro brought him here to do a scene and I noticed marks on him that contravened his hard limit. Valente and I recalled him. Lazzaro has been relegated to a sub in training with Valente.”

Quite a demotion indeed. Stripped of his rank, stripped of his sub, and sent back to training. Valente would not tolerate such blatant abuse of power and disrespect of a sub in his care. His retraining would be harsh and thorough. Though Lazzaro was not my concern.

“Does the boy need medical attention?” I asked, my first priority.

Colton gave a slight shake of his head. “Please, sit as equal with me,” he said, nodding to the seat I’d been sitting in.

Equal? Never . . .

Though I did as he asked, choosing silence over disagreeing with him. “The boy is physically fine. He’d used a whip on him, and that breached his hard limits. The welts weren’t that bad; he’d provided good aftercare.”

Sig frowned. “If he broke his trust and hurt him, then provided aftercare . . . That’s an abusive powerplay. Did he hurt him then soothe him and tell him it was his fault, that he wouldn’t have been whipped if he’d behaved better? Master Colton, that’s—”

He raised his hand. “I know. And Lazzaro will learn this lesson, believe me.” He sighed heavily. “But now the boy has been recalled. He’s had his trust breached, he had his submission thrown back in his face, and now, he’s struggling mentally.”

My field is medical; I’m a doctor, not a psychologist. “Why have you called me? If the boy needs a psychologist, surely Ephraim is better equipped.”

Colton smiled, almost sadly. “I need you to take him. I need you to take him as a second submissive.”

I blinked, turning his request over in my head before glancing toward Levin, who had not moved a muscle.

“I know Levin is your first concern,” Colton admitted. “I know you to be a strict but fair Dominant. But I also know you’re compassionate; one who punishes and uses as required but who also cares deeply for his subs.”

“Tell me about him.”

Colton handed me the piece of paper he was holding. “His name is Hunter Vargo. He’s twenty-three. He’d been with a Dom outside of our dominion who feared he lacked the skills required for such a boy. He needs twenty-four seven submission. I took him in; he’s very dedicated. I found him to thrive under strict domination, but . . .”


“Look at his form,” Colton said, nodding to the piece of paper. It was a sexual soft and hard limit form. Each and every person who entered into the Sanctus was required to fill it out, and any Dom worth his salt would insist a sub’s forms were redone often, discussed and negotiated at length.

This form was decidedly empty, except for one hard limit. “He has a hard limit of whipping,” Colton said.

“That’s not uncommon,” I conceded.

“Whipping of any kind,” Colton added quietly. “When you see him, you’ll understand.”

I nodded. If Colton said as much, then I took it as truth and would wait until I saw the boy for myself. But this form . . . I turned the paper over in my hand. It was blank. “There’s nothing else marked or noted.”

“Yes. An oversight. The system we have in place has never failed anyone before . . .”

I frowned. “But his one and only hard limit was breached? The failure was with Lazzaro.”

“All responsibility and failures stop with me. I allowed Lazzaro a position of Dom, and clearly he’s not worthy. When Hunter was ready to go with a Dom, after his initial training with me, he said he understood everything, he was ready . . .” Master Colton shook his head. “I think he told me what I wanted to hear. He wanted to please me, so he agreed. I should have seen that. I should have known better. For me now, the incident with Lazzaro is a separate issue. The first issue is mine. I failed this boy. Not just the Sanctus and our traditions. Me.”

We were both quiet for a moment. While Master Colton was responsible for all members in this dominion and would bear the weight of blame, I had a hard time agreeing that he was entirely at fault.

Colton sighed. “I want you to take Hunter. I wouldn’t ask anyone else. He’s a special case. And he needs a Dominant I can trust, Sig. And there is no one I would trust more.”

“I’m honoured.”

But a second submissive?

“I already have three subs. I am unable to take on another,” Master Colton continued. “Otherwise I would. I let this boy down, and now I feel obligated to ensure his care. Someone who I know will do right by him.”

As alarming as this was, I could never have denied Colton. He asked me to take this boy on. And so, I would. Again, I left my chair and knelt before my old Master. “It would be an honour to do as you have asked of me.”

A smile graced his voice when he spoke again. “One of my greatest subs,” he whispered. Colton threaded his fingers through my hair, pulling my head up so I looked at him. “It’s why I ask you to do this. Because I know you will teach him as I taught you. Care for him as I care for you.”

A rush of pride warmed my chest. I smiled at the compliment, at the gentle touch of his hand. “Of course.”

“I have told Hunter that in light of his recent mistreatment and the betrayal of his Dom, I would impose a one-week trial with you.”

I looked up at that, shocked. The Sanctus rarely applied such trials. “Oh?”

“Yes. And I know you like to pet your boy and reward him with a hand in his hair. And I will allow that. You can reassure him and reward him with gentle touch, though I would impose a rule of no sexual contact in that time. I want him to trust you and be sure it’s right. I want him to feel safe before he is used again in that way. Let him see how you operate before he decides if you’re a match.”

I gave him a nod. “A cautious and fair decision.”

Colton’s fingers found my hair again. “Though you can let him watch, if he wishes. I’m sure Levin would like that.”

I smiled and kissed Colton’s palm.

“Come,” Colton said as he stood. “I want you to meet your new sub.”

4.5 Stars!

Sig is a Dom within the Sanctus Infinitus Redemptio, a society with a long history in dominance and submission with its own set of rules and laws. Sig and his submissive Levin have a wonderful relationship and are well paired. When Sig is called to see one of the grand masters of the society, he never expects to be put in charge of a second submissive who has been mistreated. Given instructions to not touch Hunter, he is supposed to help restore Hunter’s trust; they are given a week-long trial to see if Hunter fits with Sig and Levin. 

I really enjoyed this book. It is a BDSM story, but it’s on the lighter side and full of hot scenes. Sig is a doctor and his methods of domination don’t include pain, humiliation, or anything damaging. While we don’t get a lot of insight into Levin, it’s clear he is a great sub and a good man. He falls into the role of first sub easily and protects Hunter when the need arises. Sig is all about pleasure and treats his subs well. The fact that he isn’t allowed to touch Hunter makes it hard for him in lots of ways, but he does his best. I felt for Hunter, his past was a tough one even with the small amount of information that he gives to Sig and Levin. I was happy to see Sig provide Hunter with what he needed, even though it wasn’t clear whether Hunter would be staying with them or not. It was great to see Hunter admit his needs and be more open about himself and what he was thinking and feeling. 

I loved watching them form bonds given the uncertainty of their situation. I wished that Hunter would have been more open with Sig, but when he finally explains what he’s feeling, it made perfect sense. I had a one small issue with the story: I really got tired of Sig calling Levin and Hunter “Sub” so much, but it does fit with the way this society works so I let it go as best I could. I also thought it odd that so few of the members of this society talk about love with their pairings. One of would think it would happen enough that it wouldn’t be a such a foreign concept to them. That being said, I loved this book and I will be rereading it in the future. 

*** Copy provided to Bayou Book Junkie for my reading pleasure, a review wasn’t a requirement. ***          

4.5 stars

This was a different take on the traditional contemporary D/s relationship and I loved how unique it was. It was unconventional in that while most books that have these themes are centered around a club or something similar, this book set itself apart by being an entire community that is self-sufficient and centered on the ideals of Dominants and submissives.

This book had a ton of HOT scenes amongst the characters and I loved how connected Sig, Levin and Hunter were. There were also some emotional scenes that made my heart break for Hunter but seeing Sig and especially Levin be so open to him and accepting made me happy. I enjoyed NR Walker’s take on this sweet and sexy kink! 

*** Copy provided to Bayou Book Junkie for my reading pleasure, a review wasn’t a requirement. *** 

4* This tale is maybe not what aficionados would consider textbook/true BDSM, but NRW’s take worked for her guys and for me.

I was lucky enough to read this as a beta, initially, knowing only that this would be a BDSM-ish tale. I had no blurb and no preconceived ideas, and dived in wondering how I’d deal with a genre that isn’t really my favourite – I’ve read too many tales that I can only describe as ‘jerk BDSM’, where my sensibilities end up offended on behalf of the subs, but this tale really worked for me, because of the warmth and common human decency and caring of the characters, which is NRW’s tried-and-tested MO.
So this isn’t a hardcore BDSM tale in the truest sense, but there are subs and Doms in the truest sense, and those guys’ personalities shone through in this tale. Sig wasn’t a stereotypical Dom in some respects, and that was perfect for me. I liked him as a person and as Dom, as he cared so much for Levin and Hunter, though I did wonder if this was just that, caring and not love, but things happened in the tale that went above being a Dom and being a sub. I can’t go into detail, but I loved that Hunter and Levin were both respected and cherished and were allowed their opinions, allowed to voice their thoughts and hopes, and that there was a lot of cheekiness on both their parts, though in Hunter’s case, this was a delayed reveal.
Hunter came to Sig broken and hurt and I think it was right that sex was off the table initially between them, as the two of them, and Sig’s first sub, Levin, got to know each other, trust each other, and Hunter began to heal from his past traumas. I liked that though battered, Hunter wasn’t totally broken in spirit or in body, and I liked that Levin had such a big heart and that there wasn’t an iota of jealousy or resentment in him. And, I liked that Sig took the time to make sure that Levin didn’t feel slighted or left out.
I’ve read too many BDSM tales where a Dom type is only a dom in theory, i.e., described as per the dictionary definition, but their actions don’t fit that definition, hence the ‘jerk’ aspect that I referred to. Sig made his own mould and didn’t subdue his subs; to him, they were truly gifts to be cherished for what they gave him, and he utterly respected them. He also beat himself up a few times when he thought he’d failed them, and he questioned whether he was truly being the Dom that both men deserved. And, I liked his vulnerability and his occasional doubts, and his protectiveness and his aftercare. I think I’ve never before met a Dom like him, and I mean that as the highest compliment. I think he got it pretty much dead on Mary Poppins – i.e., practically perfect in every way, and that NRW Mary Poppins’d, too, in creating Sig.
It’s a NRW tale, so there’s a HEA guaranteed, and this one takes place with an epilogue 5 years into the guys’ future. It’s sweet to see that Levin and Hunter have both achieved their dreams, encouraged by Sig, and that their happiness and satisfaction mean that Sig has his own form of validation.

Author Bio:

N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who loves her genre of gay romance.

She loves writing and spends far too much time doing it, but wouldn’t have it any other way.

She is many things: a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty boys who live in her head, who don’t let her sleep at night unless she gives them life with words.

She likes it when they do dirty, dirty things… but likes it even more when they fall in love.

She used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day she happened across other writers who told her it was normal.

She’s been writing ever since…

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5 thoughts on “Book Blitz ~ Sir by N.R. Walker (Reviews + Excerpt +Giveaway)

  1. I love NR Walker’s work. I’m not huge on BDSM, it isn’t necessarily my go to but I’m going to still read this one and probably love it. It’s all in the writing and story for me.


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