Excerpt Reveal: AFFINITY (Red Door Series #2) by Dyan Layne


AFFINITY by Dyan Layne

Release Date: October 8, 2020

Cover Design: Lori Jackson Designs

Models: Bryony Carter, Dylan Hocking, and Josh Lamech

Photographer: Michelle Lancaster @lanefotograf

Genre: MMF polyamorous romance standalone


Be careful what you wish for…

When Chloe was seventeen, she wished she belonged to the man in the poster on her bedroom wall. Taylor Kerrigan. Lead guitarist of the debauched band Venery. Tattooed rock god with a bad-boy smirk. Reputed sexual deviant.

And a puppy.

Make a wish, Chloe.

But Chloe isn’t seventeen anymore, and now the only thing she wishes for is to be loved by the man right here in front of her. Jesse Nolan. Former football player. Soft-spoken bartender with the purest heart, eyes she could drown in, and a smile she wishes was only for her. Maybe it is.

And a puppy.

Make a wish, Chloe.

She kept the poster of the bad-boy rock star, but she left her girlhood fantasy behind when she packed up her life for college. The city. She thought she was ready for whatever awaited her here. She wasn’t.

New friends. New family. New loves. New dreams.

Make a wish, Chloe.

…because sometimes they come true.

And sometimes you get more than you ever wished for.

Affinity is the second interconnected stand-alone romance in the Red Door series and ends with a HEA and no cliffhanger. While each novel in the series depicts a unique romance, all of the characters appear and some storylines connect throughout each book. Affinity is suitable for readers 18+ and contains MM, MF, and MMF scenes.


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The main floor of the club went dark until a single bright spotlight illuminated the stage. A man stood at the center with straight black hair that fell past the middle of his sculpted bare chest. It was pulled back at the crown, but a black mask covered the upper half of his face. Chloe glanced at the close-up view on the big screen suspended above him. She had no doubt that underneath it, he was beautiful. 

He extended his hand to a young woman who joined him on the platform. She was pretty and looked so innocent in spite of the outfit she wore. Long-sleeved fishnet top over black tape in an X that covered her nipples. Tiny black shorts. Knee-high stiletto-heeled boots. Her blonde hair was up in a loose topknot. She couldn’t have been much older than Chloe. 

The man wrapped his arms around the woman’s waist from behind and he held her against him, her back to his front. His long black hair swayed as he dipped his head to kiss along her neck, while on Chloe’s right, Jesse’s hand softly caressed her bare thigh.

She felt his warm breath on her skin as he leaned into her ear. “He’s called nawashi—rope master.”

Slow sultry music with an erotic bass beat pulsed through the club. The rope master held a coiled length of purple jute. He began just below the woman’s breasts. Wrapping. Tying. An artist with deft fingers, he wove an intricate patterned web against her skin. It was beautiful. Sensual. Chloe didn’t get why some people found it so arousing. Yet it must be. There was no mistaking the large bulge inside rope dude’s snug black slacks.

Or the one inside Jesse’s.

His fingers lightly trailed up and down her inner thigh, a soft feathery touch that tickled her skin and ignited her core. Chloe parted her lips to breathe in more air. “Kinbaku-bi. The beauty of tight binding. He is the artist and she his masterpiece.” 

Taylor had his arm around her, fingers combing through her hair. The pads of Jesse’s fingertips grazed the edge of her panties at the juncture of her thigh, brushing over her heated flesh through the silver silk. “Watch how he applies the rope, the way he positions her body. Their pleasure is the journey of his creation…” The scrap of silk between her legs was pushed to the side and his finger swept over her lips without dipping inside her heated wet folds. “…not the destination.”

The girl stood perfectly still on the platform as the nawashi worked the rope and palmed her breasts. It seemed as if she were in a hypnotic trance, a dreamy expression on her face, her eyes focused on something no one else could see. “The rope becomes an extension of the nawashi’s hands. It embraces her. Cradles her.”

Jesse slid her panties back in place and Chloe sighed. She wanted his fingers back where they were. She wanted them inside her. Instead, he went back to those tingling featherlight touches on her sensitive skin. “There is nothing more beautiful to him than her.” She felt his lips touch the tender spot beneath her ear. “Nothing.”

Taylor kneaded her nape and she sank farther into the plum silk cushions. The man with flowing black hair pulled the rope through some kind of apparatus and the girl was hoisted into the air. Suspended from the rope, with her leg bent at an odd angle, she looked like a broken marionette tangled in a purple spider’s web. Jesse whispered against her ear, “And nothing is more beautiful to me than you, Riosin.”

The sough of her breathing seemed to swirl loudly around her, but Chloe knew only she could hear it. Did they notice the rapid rise and fall of her chest? She glanced around the VIP space. Linnea and Dillon sat in the center of the U facing the screen with Bo’s head in her lap. She held onto Taylor with one hand and squeezed Jesse’s thigh with the other.

The man spun the girl caught in his web, then with a tug of the rope he stilled her movement and brought her hard against his body. He released her from the apparatus and lowered her to the floor in his arms and began to untie her. He held her breasts in his hands after he released them from their bindings. The corners of her lips were turned up into a small smile; the dreamlike expression remained on her face.

Jesse reached inside the sweetheart neckline to cup her breast. He massaged it and softly rolled her nipple. “When you love someone, it’s all about being as close to their soul as you can be, isn’t it?”

God, this man.

A single tear escaped and trickled down her cheek. She couldn’t speak, so she nodded. Taylor wiped the wet trail from her face with his thumb and sucked it in his mouth. Jesse kissed her. “I love you, Chloe.”

The man who’d just tasted her tears said nothing at all.


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Dyan Layne is a nurse boss by day and the writer of edgy sensual tales by night--and on weekends. Serenity, the first book in the Red Door series, is her debut novel. She's never without her Kindle, and can usually be found tapping away at her keyboard with a hot latte and a cold Dasani Lime--and sometimes champagne. She can't sing a note, but often answers in song because isn't there a song for just about everything? Born and raised a Chicago girl, she currently lives in Tampa, Florida, and is the mother of four handsome sons and a beautiful daughter, who are all grown up now, but can still make her crazy--and she loves it that way! Because normal is just so boring.




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