Blog Tour: Manties in a Twist, by J.A. Rock (Excerpt + Giveaway!)


Hi! I’m J.A. Rock, and right now I’m touring the internet talking about my latest release Manties in a Twist—Book 3 in The Subs Club series. Thanks so much to the blogs that are hosting me on this tour, and be sure to leave comments on the tour posts for a chance to win your choice of two backlist ebooks and a $10 Amazon gift card!

Manties in a  Twist, by J.A.  Rock
Series: The Subs Club, Book III
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Release Date: April 4, 2016

Buy Link: Publisher

My Review: 4.5 out of 5 stars, “another perfect piece in the exceptional Subs Club series” 4-5-of-5

I recommend reading Manties in a Twist after the first two books in the series.

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rock-manties-twistLook, I’ll never stop missing Hal, but this Subs Club my friends started to review suck-ass doms isn’t gonna bring him back or give him justice. For me, it’s just another chance to hang out with my friends, even if they think I’m too dumb to understand the important work we’re supposedly doing.

But maybe I’m not as dumb as they think—at least I know when I’ve got a good thing going. Which is why I just moved in with my dom. Ryan’s awesome possum. He’s really short, never makes me feel stupid, and is up for anything. One word: costumes. Two more words: women’s underwear. We’re all about the lace, no leather.

Except when we do pony play. We first tried it as a joke, but turns out I’m ballin’ at it. Now PetPlayFest is coming up, and I wanna take down the Subs Club’s archrival, Cinnamon the ponygirl, in the horse show.

My friends think I’m spending too much time with Ryan and ignoring my obligations to the group. But since when is friendship an obligation? Ryan’s my first serious relationship, and I want to take it . . . seriously. At some point I need to think about my future, not my past.



Later we were lying on the couch naked, watching The Return of the King. Ryan was curled under one of my arms, and I was messing around on my phone.

Ryan shifted to look up at me. “Do you have to text? We’re watching a movie.”

I glanced at the TV screen. “We’ve seen this a hundred times. Dave and I are talking about the housewarming party.”

We were actually playing this game we’d invented where you picked two random things that belonged to the other person and said you were gonna come all over them. Dave had threatened to come all over my slippers and thighs. I’d told him I was gonna come all over his couscous and lamp. Then he’d threatened my Kindle and wig. Now I was looking around the room for ideas.

Gonna come all over your afghan and lint, I typed.

“You guys text all day, every day.” Ryan dug his elbow into my side. “Let’s watch.”

“Sure.” I sent my text and set the phone aside, yawning. Tried to focus on the movie. “Legolas always states the obvious.”

“I know. You say that every time.”

“‘The horses are restless and the men are quiet.’”

“Shut up.”

I rested my chin on the top of his head. Glanced across the room at my laptop. “Did we seriously just spend two hundred and fifty dollars on Etsy?”

“It’s for a good cause.”

I grinned. I was really fucking excited about the clothes we’d bought. This, like, fifties dress with flowers on it. A garter belt and stockings. Four pairs of lace underwear made by that French place Amanda’s underwear was from. A bra. I guess I was nervous too. I didn’t know if I’d really look good in women’s clothes. And was this just about wearing a dress, or did Ryan want me to do makeup and stuff? Because I would probably look like a zombie drag queen if I wore eyeshadow.

He turned his head and kissed between two of my ribs. I squeezed him tighter.

“Do you feel a special kinship with the hobbits? Because you’re so short?”


I made sure to sound real freaking innocent when I replied, “What?”

He slapped my chest, not taking his eyes from the screen. “Watch yourself.”

I was getting hard looking at his tiny bird shoulders, the curve of his back. I didn’t even think he realized how often he did this to me: I looked at him or smelled him or heard his voice, and suddenly all I wanted to do was fuck. Like, if he knew the actual number of times I’d be willing to fuck per day, he’d be scared.

“I just feel like we could start going around with you on my shoulders. Like Freak the Mighty.”

“One more short joke. Just one . . .”

I laughed. “Okay. Okay.” I snuggled closer. “I’m done.”

We watched in silence for a few more minutes.

“What about with dwarves? Do you relate to the—”

“I’m for real gonna take you over my knee if you don’t stop.”

I always felt a little weird when he said things like that. I got that he was kidding around. Just, for whatever reason, it hurt my feelings when he threatened punishment for real stuff, even as a joke.

The first time I’d met him, he’d spanked me. I’d made some dig about how he was too small to be a dom, and he’d volunteered to show me how someone his size could dominate someone my size. It had been really fucking hot, but mostly because I’d liked him—not because I’d loved being spanked. I got turned on by guys pulling rank the same way I got turned on by basically everything. But, I dunno.

If I were gonna therapize myself, I’d say this hang-up came from my childhood. Because people hardly ever criticized me when I was growing up. I don’t mean I’m so awesome there was nothing to criticize. But my mom loved everything I did, and teachers thought I was dumb but charming, and I was really good at sports. So now it was weird to me when some dom was like, You’re not doing this right, or You talk back too much, or whatever the fuck. I liked BDSM, but I wanted it to be fun, and where was the fun if someone was always gonna tell you what you were doing wrong? Even if it was just a game?

Plus with Ryan, I wouldn’t purposely do anything to disappoint that fucker, ever. Except call him short.

He and I hadn’t actually done much dom/sub stuff yet. We’d spent the first few months of our relationship dating and having mostly regular sex, except for some bondage-y moments, and then the move had taken up a lot of our energy. Only in the past couple of weeks had we really started getting our freak on, but we still hadn’t hit on the exact kind of thing we wanted.

I nuzzled him. “I’m just playing.”

Ryan gripped my hair and shook my head gently. “I know.”

I looked at him for a few seconds. “Can we not do the punishing thing?”

He glanced at me. “What punishing thing?”

I grabbed the remote and muted the movie. “I get that punishing a sub is, like, part of being a dom. But I don’t like it. Even when you’re just joking about it. It hurts my feelings.”

He sat up, frowning. “Really?”

“Kinda.” I was pretty embarrassed all at once.

He studied me a moment more, then grinned, scrubbing my scalp with his knuckles. “Aww. Kamen. I didn’t know that.”

I grinned and tried to bite him. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not making fun of you.”

“Well, I do have feelings. I’m not just some big, dumb buffoon.”

“Hey. You know I don’t think that.”

I knew he didn’t. “Everyone else kinda does, though.”

He pulled me closer. “They don’t matter.”


After the death of their friend Hal at the hands of an irresponsible dom, submissive friends Dave, Kamen, Miles, and Gould band together to form the Subs Club—an organization seeking to expose dangerous local doms. The club slowly evolves as romances blossom, loyalties are tested, and tensions mount in a community already struggling for unity in the wake of Hal’s death. You can find my reviews and blog tour stops for the first two Subs Club books here.

J.A. Rock is the author of queer romance and suspense novels, including By His Rules, Take The Long Way Home, and, with Lisa Henry, The Good Boy and When All The World Sleeps. She holds an MFA in creative writing from the University of Alabama and a BA in theater from Case Western Reserve University. J.A. also writes queer fiction and essays under the name Jill Smith. Raised in Ohio and West Virginia, she now lives in Chicago with her dog, Professor Anne Studebaker.

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To celebrate, J.A. is giving away your choice of two ebooks from her backlist and a $10 Amazon gift card. Leave a comment to enter the contest. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on April 9, 2016. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries. Thanks for following the tour, and don’t forget to leave your contact info!


Buy Manties in a Twist from the publisher here!

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