Wildly Inappropriate: Trinity Masters: Secrets and Sins, #6.5

By Mari Carr and Lila Dubois

What happens when Lila and Mari try to do a three-series crossover story…

What even is this book?

 

Edward Donal goes to Pat's Pub hoping to rent out the famous bar in order to host a party. Instead, he finds Winter, a beautiful woman giving off distinctly submissive vibes. What starts out as only sex becomes something more. 

But Edward and Winter are very different people, from two very different series…uh, worlds. With the staff at Pat's Pub meddling in their relationship, a pretty romance writer sitting at the bar, and some surprise visits from old friends, this relationship that began as something wildly inappropriate may turn out to be something simpler—true love.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mari Carr
• Release date: Nov 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215323489

Book preview

Wildly Inappropriate

WILDLY INAPPROPRIATE

A WILD IRISH/TRINITY MASTERS/BDSM CHECKLIST SHORT STORY

LILA DUBOIS

MARI CARR

CONTENTS

Trigger Warnings

Wildly Inappropriate

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

A is for… by Lila Dubois

Wild Passion by Mari Carr

About the Authors

TRIGGER WARNINGS

The Trinity Masters series is a romantic suspense and all books contain explicit sex and depictions of violence (action scenes).

WILDLY INAPPROPRIATE

What happens when Lila and Mari try to do a three-series crossover story…

What even is this book?

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Edward Donal goes to Pat’s Pub hoping to rent out the famous bar in order to host a party. Instead, he finds Winter, a beautiful woman giving off distinctly submissive vibes. What starts out as only sex becomes something more. 

But Edward and Winter are very different people, from two very different series…uh, worlds. With the staff at Pat’s Pub meddling in their relationship, a pretty romance writer sitting at the bar, and some surprise visits from old friends, this relationship that began as something wildly inappropriate may turn out to be something simpler—true love.

1

The bar was a classic Irish pub. It smelled like hops and good food, and was surprisingly busy given that at nearly three pm it was well past the traditional lunch rush. Given how good it smelled, Edward Donal was not surprised that there were still people in the pub—it was the kind of place you came for the food and company, not because you needed a quick bite to eat on your lunch break.

He wasn’t sure if that made his plan more or less likely to succeed. He’d identified Pat’s Pub as a potential site for his new venture because from the gossip around the office it was a local institution. He was hoping the safe, rather wholesome environment of a familiar location would make people more willing to step outside their comfort zone and attend the BDSM mixer he was planning.

He walked up to the bar, stopping beside a lovely dark-haired woman who was eating her lunch with one hand and flipping through a thick stack of papers with the other. Edward felt her gaze slide over him as he rested one forearm on the bar. He leaned an inch closer to her, not in her personal space, but certainly brushing against the border. Her hands stopped moving, the fork hanging in the air, the papers no longer moving. Interesting.

The bartender slid up—a handsome man with some sadness behind his eyes. Welcome to Pat’s. What can I get you?

It smells wonderful in here, Edward said, but I was actually hoping to speak with a manager.

The bartender leaned on the bar. That’d be me. I’m Padraig. What can I do for you?

Donal put on his most nonthreatening smile. I’m interested in renting out your establishment for an evening.

Party? Padraig grinned. We can do that, but we don’t usually close the bar, just give you a reserved section.

What he wanted would need privacy. For this I would need to insist that the bar be closed to the public. Also, I’ll need to move some of the furnishings.

Padraig raised his eyebrows. What kind of party is this?

A munch. Edward didn’t whisper, didn’t hide what he wanted. He didn’t believe in hiding his desires. Honesty was the core of good BDSM, and one of the things that drew him to the lifestyle.

Padraig sucked in air in surprise and then started to cough—he knew what that word meant.

The bartender wasn’t the only one to react. The woman beside him jumped as if she’d been electrocuted and knocked all her papers onto the floor. She knew what a munch—the BDSM community’s term for a mixer—was. Very interesting.

Edward crouched and started picking up her fallen papers, doing his best to keep them in order. She slid off her stool, long skirt pooling on the floor. Her hair was in a loose braid, pulled over her shoulder, and he had a brief, vivid image of a thin rope woven through that braid.

Thank you, she said. Her voice was low and soft, practically oozing gentleness.

One of the papers Edward had just picked up from the floor slipped from his grip. That voice…it did something to him. He wanted to grab her, protect her, yet he also wanted to pull her over his knee and see how long it would take for that soft, gentle voice to become screams of pleasure.

You’re welcome, he murmured. He stood when the last paper was picked up. He handed them to her.

When she grabbed them her fingers brushed his. That barely-there touch hit him like a full caress. He stared at her, wanting her to look up, so he could read the expression on her face. The woman slid onto the stool, eyes focused on her papers. She never met his gaze.

Like a submissive.

Don’t overreact. She’s just shy, not trying to signal to you that she’s a sub.

Edward stayed there, uncharacteristically unsure what to do or say next, when someone called his name.

Donal.

Edward turned. There were three people seated in a booth near the bar. He recognized one of them immediately. Anderson.

The last thing he’d expected to see in an Irish Pub in Baltimore was a fellow member of Los Angeles’s most exclusive BDSM club. Anderson was an easy man to recognize with his dark hair and intense eyes. The subs at the L.A. club walked on eggshells around him, not because he was cruel, though he certainly could be, especially with his sub Darling, but because he was intense.

The woman with the braid was resorting her papers. Edward considered her for a moment then walked over to Anderson’s booth.

Good to see you, Donal. Anderson nodded to the empty space his male companion.

Edward sat. Thank you.

The woman seated beside Anderson was a lovely, wholesome-looking red-head with freckles. Anderson held her with a casual, effortless possession—his hand under her hair, fingertips lightly pressed into the sides of her neck.

The man beside Edward was handsome and looked vaguely familiar. He had a medium-tone skin color and features that made Edward think he was bi-racial. The fact that he looked familiar probably meant he was in the scene, though he was staring down Anderson with a decidedly un-submissive expression.

Tess, Isaiah, this is Master Donal, Anderson said.

Anderson introduced him as Master, which meant the man and woman in the booth with him were in the lifestyle. Not surprising. He couldn’t imagine anyone like Anderson associating with vanillas.

Master? The woman asked in surprise.

Mind your manners, Anderson said in a hard voice. You too, Isaiah. Eyes down.

Neither one of the subs obeyed. Edward was first shocked, then amused. The look of consternation on Anderson’s face was worth the price of admission. Still, it was odd that Anderson was here with these two. Where’s Darling?

Anderson’s dark gaze shifted to him. Darling left the scene.

Darling did? That’s hard to imagine. She was the perfect submissive. Beautiful, elegant in her submission, perfectly behaved, the envy of many Doms. Personally, Edward had never feel attracted to her, rather he admired her submission. He’d never felt that sort of gut-based desire, like what he’d felt for the woman at the bar. He stopped himself from turning to look at her.

She was, Anderson agreed.

Are you two…? Edward asked, curious despite himself.

I no longer have a relationship with her.

I’m sorry. You were great together. Darling and Anderson, both with dark hair and serious, intense expressions, were like a matched set of kinky, dangerous leopards. These are your new subs or are you just training them?

They’re mine. Novices to the scene.

Novices? Anderson, man, don’t take this the wrong way, but maybe you shouldn’t be initiating novices. You’ll scare them away.

There was no one way to practice BDSM, but there were general groups of like-minded people. Edward subscribed to the school of BDSM providing a structure and safety net for exploration and kink. He wasn’t a lifestyle player like Anderson, and he believed scenes should end with gentle aftercare for the sub.

You mean you won’t be inviting me to your munch? Anderson raised one dark brow.

So Anderson had heard that. That raised the interesting question of what the other man was doing in Baltimore. "No, I won’t. My firm relocated me here, and there isn’t much of