Two of a Kind: The Story of Finding Sanctuary Continues

Two of a Kind ($10.95, 104 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-520-8) is the long-awaited sequel to Finding Sanctuary, DC Juris’s novel about two childhood friends who become lovers and keep their relationship alive by visiting a BDSM Playhouse.

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Finding Sanctuary was universally praised for the quality of Juris’s writing as well as the story. Amos Lassen gave it five stars. Kirsten of BDSM Book Reviews admitted that the book had kept her up all night and gave the book a rating of 9 out of 10 overall. Three Dollar Bills called it “pretty hot fantasy fiction.”

Vincent and his childhood friend Eric became a couple after Eric initiated him into the pleasures of the Playhouse, a refuge for men to act out their submission/Domination fantasies. Their relationship is warm and loving, but not exclusive. Eric is a “switch,” and since Vincent is a submissive, Eric sometimes looks to his own Dom, Anton, for satisfaction—causing Vincent to feel jealous and insecure.

Then Anton’s uncle dies and Dimitri—Anton’s twin and a troubled, surly, irresistibly sexy version of his brother—comes for a visit. When Dimitri sets his sights on Vincent, ridiculing his supposed sexual passivity, Vincent begins to wonder: is he really a sub, or a switch, like Eric? In the first blush of their relationship, Vincent and Eric reveled in their connection, calling themselves “two of a kind.” Perhaps they are also alike in ways that challenge their current power dynamic.

Two of a Kind continues the story of Vincent and Eric, which DC Juris began in his novel, Finding Sanctuary.

A Southern transplant who has retained none of his accent but all of his charm, DC Juris is an out and proud transgender bisexual living in Upstate New York with his husband, four dogs, two cats, and a menagerie of Halloween props just creepy enough to keep people guessing about his sanity. He’s still hopelessly single when it comes to the woman in his life, and he’ll gladly entertain offers or applications for the position! In the rare event that he’s not writing, DC can be found surfing the Internet for random research, killing things on his Xbox, reading, taking pictures of the world around him, or playing Farmville, to which he admits a complete and totally blissful addiction. You can keep up with him at Facebook or click here to visit his website.

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Keep reading for an excerpt:

“Can’t I?” He took a long drag off the cigarette, held the smoke in, and then puffed it out slowly. “Guess we’ll have to go outside, then.”

Vincent glanced over at Eric.

“Oh, I forgot. Puppy has to ask permission.” Dimitri ruffled Vincent’s hair. “You want me to go ask Big Bad Eric if I can take you for a walk?”

“Fuck off. I don’t need permission.” Of course he didn’t. He and Eric didn’t have that kind of BDSM relationship. Vincent frowned. But maybe they should.

“Prove it.”

There’s nothing to prove. That’s what he should have said. What he meant to say. That was the truth. He had nothing to prove to anyone, most especially Dimitri.

Who the hell was Dimitri, anyhow? Someone he had just met. Someone who two days ago he didn’t even know existed. But maybe that was what spurred him to act … what made him put one foot in front of the other, following Dimitri blindly until they were in an alley behind the funeral home.

The atmosphere outside was stifling; a veritable cloud of humid, thick heat surrounded them. In the distance, sounds of traffic echoed—honking horns, revving engines, and loud blaring music. But even these receded into the distance as he stood in Dimitri’s presence. Like a moth to flame, Vincent dared to get closer.

“I just don’t get why you can’t be equals,” Dimitri was saying. “Why he treats you like such a weakling. Of course, you act like one when he’s around. You don’t do it as much when he’s not. Ever notice that?”

Vincent bristled. How was it a complete stranger could read him so well? But Dimitri wasn’t a complete stranger, was he? Dimitri was Anton’s twin. It stood to reason that he had some of Anton’s innate ability to read people and situations. To control them. Which was exactly what he was doing now. And Vincent had fallen for it. Hook. Line. Sinker.

Vincent shook his head. “I’m not weak, and Eric knows that. If I chose to submit to him, that’s exactly what it is—my choice.”

“Not because that’s the only way he’ll have you?” Dimitri dropped the cigarette and ground it out under his heel. He moved closer and trailed his thumb down the side of Vincent’s face. “Because, you see … I think I would rather have you a different way. You’ve got spunk, and I’m not talking about the kind dripping from your cock right now.” He grazed his other hand down the front of Vincent’s jeans and nodded. “I know you want me.”

“No.” Vincent shook his head. “I don’t.” Though his hard cock clearly did.

“You trying to convince me, or yourself? Hmm?” Dimitri reached down and grasped one of Vincent’s wrists, grinned when he tried to pull away. “That’s right. Fight me. Make me earn what I get. Don’t just give it to me because I ask. Make me earn it.” He leaned in and licked Vincent’s neck.

“Eric has earned it.” Eric. Vincent struggled to hold onto that thought. Eric. He loved Eric. Of course he did. He knew that beyond a shadow of a doubt. So why was his cock hard now? Why did he want to give into Dimitri? He would only end up hurt, physically and emotionally. Dimitri would take what he wanted, no matter if Vincent felt he deserved it or not. God, why was that thought so delicious?

Vincent pressed himself back against the wall, trying to put space between them, but Dimitri would not have it. He moved closer still, ground his knee in between Vincent’s thighs and up into Vincent’s groin. Vincent barely stifled a moan. Dimitri’s grip on his right wrist tightened as he grabbed for his left, pinning both wrists at Vincent’s sides against the wall. The concrete scraped at his tender flesh, a sensation Vincent found oddly erotic. He struggled a bit, just to see what Dimitri would do.

Dimitri threw his head back and pulled in a deep breath threw his nose; let it out in a harsh bark. “That’s the spirit.” He squeezed Vincent’s wrists harder, hitched his knee higher.

Panic—thrilling, raw, and real—scorched through Vincent. He struggled in earnest now, but no matter what he did, his movements only increased the contact with Dimitri. He writhed against the wall, caught between need and fear, desire and disgust. What if Anton rounded the corner right now? Worse, what if Eric did?

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