Friday, 26 August 2016

Tagging Mackenzie by LM Somerton

Please welcome my fellow author from the HIS RULES anthology, LM Somerton, who is here to chat about the release of her single title in the anthology TAGGING MACKENZIE. Take it away...

I’ve always been fascinated by the secretive world of graffiti artists and the efforts they go to placing their art. Sometimes on the train travelling to London, I’ve wondered how on earth they get to some of the spots they do without getting themselves killed. The urge to get noticed, albeit anonymously is what inspired the character of Kenzie in my short story Tagging Mackenzie. There is a fascinating dichotomy between his secret persona as a graffiti artist and his need for the Dom he crushes on, to notice him. I thought there was a nice sense of irony in using one to achieve the other.

What constitutes art to one person may not be the same for someone else. It’s only since the advent of artists like Banksy that graffiti has moved towards legitimacy. The BDSM world can also have that hint of mystery, of the underground, known only to the select few. If all forms of art can be brought out into the open and appreciated for what they are, maybe one day the same will apply to alternative lifestyles.

‘Tagging Mackenzie’ by L.M. Somerton

Achieving a Dom’s undivided attention can have unpredictable consequences.

Steele Denton’s business doing custom paint jobs for fast bikes is booming. He’s in demand and has a reputation for being a perfectionist. Tattooed and intimidating, Steele is also in demand as a Dom at his local BDSM club, Chain of Thorns. He requires perfect submission from any sub he deigns to play with.

Mackenzie Soames is desperate for Steele to notice him, but he might as well be invisible. He has no idea how to get invited into the VIP members’ area that Steele rarely strays from, so he concocts a plan to get Steele’s attention. Kenzie is a talented graffiti artist with a secret identity, known only by his tag, a pair of handcuffs. He spray-paints a BDSM scene on a wall at the side of Steele’s workshop, hoping Steele will see the security footage and track him down. However, Steele is working late and catches him in the act.
Steele recognizes Kenzie from the club and demands twenty-four hours of sexual slavery as penance for the graffiti. Kenzie has no choice but to agree and soon discovers that being Steele’s sub will either make him or break him.


“Look at him, Ricky. Isn’t he the most lust-inducing man-shaped piece of yumminess you’ve ever laid eyes on?” Mackenzie Soames prodded his best friend’s biceps, causing him to yelp then pout.
“Ouch! What is the matter with you, Kenzie? Let me guess…Steele Denton just arrived.” Ricky swiveled on his stool, contorting his body to peer across the club.
“Don’t stare! He’ll see us.” Kenzie shifted subtly to the side so that Ricky’s slightly broader frame shielded his own slender body.
“Isn’t that the point? You’re not dressed like that”—Ricky waved vaguely in Kenzie’s direction—“to blend into the background. What is the point of getting all dolled up like the subby little twink you are, if you just hide behind me all the time?”
Kenzie examined his outfit with a critical eye. The red PVC trousers hung off his slim hips and molded to his thighs. The glossy sheen of the fabric reflected the club’s dim lighting. He loved the matching cuffs buckled around his wrists. They were nicely padded on the inside to protect his skin. He marked easily, which most Doms loved, but he didn’t want to put those marks there himself. He wore a black club collar indicating that he was available to play, and apart from his boots, that was it. The fine dusting of shimmering body powder didn’t count. He didn’t boast a single defined ab, let alone a six-pack, but his frame was toned and firm.
“It doesn’t matter what I wear. I could be dancing naked right in front of him and he’d walk straight by. What’s the point in putting myself out there just to get rejected?” Kenzie watched as Steele paused to chat to two leather-clad Doms at the bar.
“I don’t recall him rejecting you. He hasn’t had the chance.” Ricky used his soothing voice, the same one he most likely used on the spitting balls of furry fury at the veterinary practice where he worked as a nurse.
“Stop using the voice on me.” Kenzie couldn’t rip his gaze away from Steele’s back. It was a particularly fine example, chiefly because it topped a perfect ass hugged by well-worn leather.
“You’re drooling. You may as well be an overexcited puppy, especially with those big brown eyes of yours, so the voice is appropriate,” Ricky snarked. “Anyhoo, would you really want Steele Denton spanking your ass? He has a rep for being ultra-tough. He only plays with really well-trained subs and from what I’ve seen, he goes for big, tough types.”
“I know, I know.” Kenzie knew his deep sigh was melodramatic but he craved Steele’s attention. “I’m a sad, attention-seeking brat with a bad case of unrequited lust for tattooed dominant types. With twinkly blue eyes.” He sighed again. “He has the most amazing eyes.”
“You’re a lost cause,” Ricky said, turning back to his drink.


Lucinda lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.

She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She's fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and some not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM.

LM is winner of the National Leather Association’s Pauline Reage Award for best novel and the 2016 Golden Flogger Award for best BDSM novel in the LGBT category. She has received Honorable Mentions in the Rainbow Awards and won the Action and Adventure category of Divine Magazine’s Book Awards in 2015. You can track her down online here:

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