The Secret Plan by Cara Dee
Series: The Game Series #10 (Standalone)
Genre: Gay Romance/BDSM Romance
Tags: #TheGameSeries #GroupPlay #McleanHouse #Orgy #AgeDifference #Consent #Voyeurism #ISawDaddyKissingSantaClaus #SantaRomance #SantaFantasy #HoHoHoAreThereAnyNaughtyBoysInTheHouse #HolidayRomance #Consent #Ethical BDSM #OpenHonestCommunication
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The Game Series | Book 10 | Their Boy sequel | BDSM | Humor | DD/lb
Forget about Mommy kissing Santa Claus. It’s Daddy you’ve got to watch out for in this scorching holiday romance where we check in with Colt, Kit, and Lucas—and all their kinky friends.
Forty-five years on this planet. A prestigious career as a fighter pilot. A wonderful relationship with Lucas—nine years and counting. Decades of experience as a sadistic Daddy Dom in a community he’d helped start. And those corn-fed Texas genes too. Damn right, Colt Carter reckoned he was entitled to be assertive. Not a whole lot could rattle his cage.
Except Kit Damien, the young brat who’d turned Colt’s and Lucas’s lives upside down in the best ways the past six or so months. The two Daddy Doms had finally found their Little forever. But when Kit confessed to having certain fantasies, Colt had to admit, in some ways, he was still a beginner.
Good thing Santa was on his way. Santa knew exactly what to say. He was also a stellar partner in crime when the brats of Mclean House were up to no good and making secret plans for their holiday party.
Ho, ho, ho. Are there any naughty boys in the house?
The Game Series is a BDSM series where romance meets the reality of kink. Sometimes we fall for someone we don’t match with, sometimes vanilla business gets in the way of kinky pleasure, and sometimes we have to compromise and push ourselves to overcome trauma and insecurities. No matter what, one thing is certain. This is not a perfect world—and maybe that’s why the happily ever after feels so good.
“Little Rudolph! The mischief factory on wheels is here!” Colt hollered from downstairs.
“Okay, thank you, Daddy!” I rushed to screw on the caps on the paint jars before I switched off my lamp and hurried out of my hobby room.
Today was going to be so fun.
And for me to even think that was proof of how far I’d come these past six months. I was barely shy at all anymore! I had more friends than I could count on all my fingers, I was a total brat, and I had so many plans. I loved, loved, loved that. Almost as much as I loved my Daddies.
I darted down the stairs, past the second floor, all the way to the first, where Lucas waited with my coat. The living room was super cozy now with Christmas decorations everywhere. Rosa had helped us; she had the right touch for it.
Lucas smiled. “You realize this outing raises a fair bit of suspicion, yes?”
I grinned impishly and pushed my arms through the sleeves. “How so? We’re just gonna buy Christmas gifts for our amazing toppy Tops.”
Colt laughed in the kitchen. “Yeah, I’m sure that’s all you’re gonna do.”
It totally was! Sort of!
“Do you have your wallet down here, love?” Lucas asked, poking his head into the kitchen. “Mine’s upstairs.”
“Sure.” Colt joined us in the rush-hour traffic zone between the kitchen, the living room, and the hallway. “You were gonna eat at Macklin’s, right?”
“Yes, Sir.” I nodded and zipped up my coat. It was freezing outside, but the snow didn’t want to stay on the ground just yet. “I’ve saved so much of my allowance, I’ll have you know.”
’Cause I wanted to buy them the best presents in the world. But yeah, okay, so I was still going to dip into my bank account, which I thought was understandable. The allowance thing was mostly symbolic—and to keep track of my ice cream spending.
Colt handed me a fifty, which made me look at him all puzzled. “Treat Gael to lunch too.”
Oh! “Sometimes I forget you’re a Sadist, Daddy.” I pocketed the bill. “You’re so sugary sweet, you know? Thank you very much.”
He furrowed his brow. “I give you lunch money, and you insult me to my face?”
I laughed and hugged him. “Isn’t it better I do it to your face than behind your back?”
That made Lucas crack up.
“Fuckin’ brat,” Colt chuckle-muttered. “Gimme a kiss.”
Gladly. I reached up when he dipped down, and I gave him a big smooch.
Then it was time to hurry. My friends were waiting. I had friends now.
Lucas and Colt followed me to the door and peered outside, smirking when they saw the Bratmobile.
“Have fun today, sweetheart.” Lucas kissed me on the forehead.
“I will. Love you, Daddies!” As I yanked on my mittens, I ran out to catch my ride.
We were gonna scheme, scheme, and scheme!
I’m often awkwardly silent or, if the topic interests me, a chronic rambler. In other words, I can discuss writing forever and ever. Fiction, in particular. The love story—while a huge draw and constantly present—is secondary for me, because there’s so much more to writing romance fiction than just making two (or more) people fall in love and have hot sex.
There’s a world to build, characters to develop, interests to create, and a topic or two to research thoroughly.
Every book is a challenge for me, an opportunity to learn something new, and a puzzle to piece together. I want my characters to come to life, and the only way I know to do that is to give them substance—passions, history, goals, quirks, and strong opinions—and to let them evolve.
I want my men and women to be relatable. That means allowing room for everyday problems and, for lack of a better word, flaws. My characters will never be perfect.
Wait…this was supposed to be about me, not my writing.
I’m a writey person who loves to write. Always wanderlusting, twitterpating, kinking, cooking, baking, and geeking. There’s time for hockey and family, too. But mostly, I just love to write.
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