Short Stories

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Two free stories when you sign up for Cailin Briste’s newsletter
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Kink in Ink – The Key published October 18 on Goodreads
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Beginnings – a mini story for Valentine’s Day

Two free stories when you sign up for Cailin Briste’s newsletter

Get Merry Christmas, Santa and The Key when you sign up for @cailinbriste newsletter. Both are BDSM short stories. Everyone who signs up until Dec 31, 2016 will receive a copy of each in .pdf, .epub, and .mobi formats delivered by email. The Key will be delivered after Dec. 15, but Merry Christmas, Santa will come within a day or two of your sign up.

Signing up is easy. Use the sign up form in the sidebar on the right or visit the sign up page. You will not be spammed, and your address will not be sold or given to anyone else. You’ll receive occasional notices about giveaways, sales, and release dates/cover releases of future books.

Merry Christmas, SantaMerry Christmas, Santa

Derek doesn’t mind the bouncing, but the jingling is getting on his nerves when Jane decorates for Christmas. Life on board a long haul space ship can get frustrating, but when the trio onboard includes the needs of a sadist, a masochist, and a submissive, it can get explosive. With his boy elf, Siever, rebelling, Derek dons his Santa Dom hat determined to punish those on his naughty list.

The Key - BDSM storyThe Key

Tyen has three rules: pain is not a good thing, any significant other in her life is her co-equal, and under no condition would she ever model for Kolya Kushnir.

Kolya likes playing games especially those that involve predicament bondage. When he snatched her key and forced Tyen to play hide and seek, he never imagined his actions might kill her.

 

Kink in Ink – The Key published October 18 on Goodreads

The Key - BDSM storyIt started with an image. One I can’t post since this post will be published on Facebook, Twitter, and other spots around the Internet. Here’s a bit to give you a hint of what you can look forward to:

Tyen has three rules: pain is not a good thing, any significant other in her life is her co-equal, and under no condition would she ever model for Kolya Kushnir. Until Kolya steals the key and starts a game that she must win or die.

“Kolya is an artist. A sculptor focused on what he terms brutal beauty. He’s tried but failed to convince Tyen to model for him, claiming he’ll make it worth her while with a naughty wiggle of his eyebrows. She’s refused, not willing to experience the pain that goes along with being the focus of his creative genius. Then he grabbed the key, promising to return it if she modeled for him, offering his sadistic little hide and seek game to increase his enjoyment of her eventual capitulation, a game designed to make it impossible for her to win.”

The term tender sadist fits Kolya. Yeah right! No such thing! No, really. But the darkness inside scares him, until his world is ripped by violence.

About 5200 words, “The Key” is a short story with a full measure of kink and, since I am the immerse-yourself-in-romance girl, a happily ever after ending.

Read the story in the BDSM group at Goodreads. You have to join the group to read the story until the Bring Out Your Kink – Kink in Ink 2016 event is over. You must be a member of the group to read the stories posted for the event. If you are not already a member, mention my name, Cailin Briste, and that you want to read my story to get your membership expedited. The group’s main page is here. The link to the discussion thread where you can read and comment on my story is here.

I’ll be publishing the story in December as a promotional story for my next novel, Maon: Marshal of Tallav, due to release December 6, 2016.

Beginnings – a mini story for Valentine’s Day

Beginnings
by Cailin Briste

Her usual small table in the corner had been taken, so she’d had to sit in a booth near the register. The early evening buzz was a little louder and busier than usual, but then it was Valentine’s Day. Not that Sammy’s was a hot spot for young couples on a hot date. No, romance was in the air, but it was more of the we’ve-been-married-twenty-years variety. Middle-aged couples were taking time out of their busy work and family schedules. Older couples were treating themselves to a night away from the routine of supper, easy chairs, and television. All partaking in the annual tribute to love.

Love. Kevin wondered how you got from where he was single and alone, to the happily ever after of decades he saw tonight. Passion wasn’t on display. Maybe it was there, but it wasn’t apparent. He wanted passion, but ultimately he wanted love. He wanted something that was deep and abiding, that would survive the travails of life and make the heights that much higher.

Tonight was the night. He’d decided if she came in tonight, alone as usual, he was going to do something. The valentine sugar cookie he’d reserved was already waiting on a plate as he removed his apron and went to punch the time clock. He smoothed his hair back working to calm his nerves.

“Big date tonight, Kev?” Charlene, the assistant manager, asked.

“No, not really.” he responded hand nervously twitching at his side. He picked up the plate with the cookie.

“Oh, I see…you look quite handsome. Best of luck.” She smiled and gave him a wink.

Damn. Was it that obvious he wondered? No matter. He straightened his shoulders and walked out into the restaurant’s dining area. She was seated so that the light over the booth struck the top of her head making golden highlights glisten in her hair. He’d never noticed that before. The sweetness of her smile and the shy way she had of flicking her eyes down when ever he’d had the chance to speak with her had captivated him. Her hair had always been nice, but now it was beautiful.

“Moment of truth,” he muttered under his breath. He relaxed his shoulders and smiled as he crossed the remaining space that separated them.

“Hi. I’m Kevin. I just got off work here and was hoping you’d be my date tonight.” She looked up at him and blinked. “My dessert date.” He held the plate with the cookie out to her.

Her eyes flicked down as a blush bloomed across her cheeks. Looking up again, she took the plate, smiled, and said, “Sure.”

Kevin slid into the booth across from her his smile broadening. “I’ve been wanting to spend time with you for a while now.” His heart beat a little faster when she smiled back.

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