Back Under

Cover for Back Under by Tanya Chris shows a man kneeling with his hands in handcuffs behind his back
Part of the Deep Under series:

Jack, an undercover FBI agent, and his dominant Maddox, a uniformed police officer, journey deeper into the happy ending they found in Deep Under through a series of kinky explorations.

Includes:

  • Back Under, featuring play piercing
  • All the Way Under, featuring sounding
  • Under Cover, featuring orgasm denial
  • and Under/Over, featuring permanent piercing and predicament bondage

Note: all these stories were previously available on my website. You may have read them.

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“So fucking good,” Jack mumbled. He closed his eyes and sank back into the mattress with the rhythm of Maddox’s thrusts. His hands drifted down onto his own body, one rubbing up and down along his chest, strumming over his nipple, the other finding its way to his cock.

Maddox didn’t stop him. Sometimes he batted Jack’s hands away, forcing him to wait for whatever Maddox chose, or didn’t choose, to give him, but sometimes he enjoyed watching his lover please himself, and the new ear piercings combined with the way Jack was pinching his nipples were starting to give him ideas.

“Enough,” he said to Jack. “This is me fucking you, not you jerking off.”

Jack immediately removed his hands and opened his eyes. He smiled up at Maddox and used one of his hands to trace along Maddox’s jaw.

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Maddox felt his orgasm rise up from the back of his balls. He considered telling Jack he could touch himself again, but the thought of not telling him that, knowing how hot Jack must be after their long time apart, triggered his release. He poured himself into his lover, his hips stuttering to a halt as sensation overtook movement.

Jack still smiled at him with those adoring eyes.

“You love when I get off on your body, don’t you?”

He nodded, and Maddox dipped down to kiss him before pulling his cock free.

“Don’t touch your dick,” he warned as he bounced himself off the bed and went to wash up.

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Kitchen Sink Dom

Cover for Kitchen Sink Dom by Tanya Chris shows a bare-chested man with tattoos down both arms and a red molly swimming through the O in Dom. A Hell's Bedroom logo is in the corner
Part of the Hell's Bedroom series:

Private Investigator Harrison Fisher’s new case isn’t going the way he'd hoped. Wearing a collar, pretending he’s submissive, searching for a Dom who can get him into Hell's Bedroom, the elite BDSM club where a seventeen-year-old boy has gone missing—his first time working undercover is really stretching his boundaries. He’s always wondered if BDSM might be for him, but this wasn’t how he intended to find out. And how can he be honest about what he wants sexually when he can’t be honest about anything else?

When Cash meets the handsome man brimming with nervous energy, he feels like he’s struck gold. Cash isn’t the most dominant of tops, but he’s got a wide repertoire of skills, and he’d be happy to practice every single one of them on Harry, the sub who’s so new to the scene he doesn’t even know his own kinks. But the closer he gets to Harry, the more obvious it becomes that Harry isn’t who he claims to be.

As Harrison flirts with both BDSM and Cash, one missing person turns into two. Someone at Hell’s Bedroom is abducting vulnerable subs, and it’s going to take more than just Harrison to bring them home. It’s going to take a whole kinky village.

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Deep Under

Cover for Deep Under by Tanya Chris shows the feet of a man kneeling with his wrists cuffed behind his back behind bars
Part of the Deep Under series:

It was a routine traffic stop until the submissive in Jack recognized the Dominant in Maddox. Now Maddox and Jack are walking a dangerous line: on opposite sides of the law by day, on the same side of the bed at night.

Can Maddox trust a man with Jack's past, and does Jack even want him to? One thing's for sure: Jack needs to be punished, and Maddox is just the man to do it.

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“Officer?” McNeil's reaction to having a gun drawn on him put Maddox on even higher alert. McNeil didn't look freaked out. He looked calculating, like all the possibilities of what might happen next were flowing into his head and he was sorting leisurely through them.

“Hands up where I can see them. Now.” He followed procedure to get an armed perp out of a car, then pushed him face down over the hood so that McNeil's hands were visible and far away from the outline of that gun. He yanked up McNeil's shirt and removed the piece.

“You got anything else on you?”

“No, sir.”

“You got a permit for that?”

His suspect hesitated. Maddox expected some long-ass story about how he had a permit only it was at his uncle's cousin's baby mama's condo which was being foreclosed on and . . .

“No.”

No. No excuses, just no.

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“No, sir,” McNeil added, but Maddox had the sense that the word sir had nothing to do respect for his badge. There was a different kind of respect in his voice.

“Hands behind your back.” Maddox didn't think he'd ever had a perp put his hands behind his back so willingly before. He hadn't made it much past the word hands before they were there, crossed over each other, palms turned up to him, waiting.

Fuck. That was—

He snapped the cuffs over McNeil's wrists, then holstered his gun and stepped closer. He kicked McNeil's feet apart without asking him to spread them himself, just got in there between his legs and forced them open wider, then tugged on his hips to move them away from the car so that McNeil's ass jutted out and up.

That was— Fuck.

He started patting McNeil down, trying not to enjoy it as much as he was enjoying it. He should have called for backup by now. This was a man driving around town with an unpermitted gun strapped to his back. This was not one of his toys.

He didn't call for backup.

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Reviews:Esther on Amazon wrote:

Love this short but HOT story! Great storyline that is fast paced but flows smoothly. Maddox and Jack are great characters with chemistry that sizzles right off the pages. I really like how Jack is such a strong, in control guy in his everyday life but then gives over control and submits to Maddox in the bedroom. Maddox is great at reading Jack and knowing just what he needs. They have a great combo of BDSM but also loving at times when they are together. Would love to read more about these characters.

Pink on Amazon wrote:

This book was hot, hot, hot. I wish it was longer. I loved Jack and Maddox. I loved that Jack was a take control kind of guy by day, but needed to submit by night. And Jack was the perfect man to do that. I'm glad that their issues were solved and they decided to make a go of a relationship. Thanks Tanya Chris for the little extra read on your website. I loved it. Great read. It is a short story, but you won't be disappointed.

C Lloyd on Amazon wrote:

DEEP UNDER is a quick BDSM M/M that is steamy and has one of my favorite first kisses EVER. When the story first started, I was wary of the power dynamics that would come with the Dom being a cop, but Maddox is suuuuuuch a good guy!!! I love him to pieces. Jack is so great too, and they're both very wonderful together.


Aftershock

Cover for Aftershock by Tanya Chris features a despondent man in front of a NYC cityscape
Part of the Ever After series:

Being acquitted of Jamie’s murder won’t bring him back. Syed might be free, but he’s lost his lover and his sub, along with his sense of control, his libido, his friends, and the stomach to inflict the kind of pain Jamie thrived on. Even his high-rise apartment doesn’t suit him anymore.

Dashiell is drawn to the handsome man he represented in court, but he’s promised himself never to get involved with another confident playboy. His next boyfriend—if he can find such a thing—will see him as something more than a backup plan for a better offer. And how could he ever give a man like Syed what he wants anyway?

Dashiell fears the day Syed will ask him to bear more pain than he can handle as Syed struggles to reconcile how he’s coming to feel about Dashiell with how he still feels about Jamie. Can their fledgling relationship survive the discovery that Syed’s new sub might be representing the man who murdered his last sub?

Jamie deserves justice, Dashiell deserves love, and Syed wants to be the one to give both these men exactly what they need.

Content warning: this book includes descriptions of homophobic hate crimes. There is very mild BDSM content.

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Frustrated by the console separating them, Syed sat back for a moment. Dashiell was too tall to pull into his lap, and the heated seats made the car warm, almost sultry. He tugged at the knot of his tie to loosen it.

“I knew you’d be in a suit.” Dashiell reached for the knot of his own tie.

“I wouldn’t have minded if you’d been dressed casually. If I’d cared, I’d have spelled it out for you.” He didn’t play mind games. What his sub needed to know, he told him. Not that he claimed Dashiell as his sub yet, but even a date deserved that courtesy. “Though you do look very nice.”

He traced up the inseam of Dashiell’s slacks, cut more narrowly than he wore his own, stopping before he reached the hard length that stretched across to Dashiell’s hip. He put his hands under Dashiell’s knees and separated them, showcasing the bulge of his balls in the tight cocoon of fabric. “Very nice.”

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“You’re sure you don’t want to come up?”

“I won’t take the risk of letting you down tonight. From now on, you’ll know how much I want whatever we do.” He leaned over again to nibble at the dimple in Dashiell’s chin.

“Do you really want me though? Or is it just that I’m a safe person to test yourself with? Comfortable.”

“Believe me, the way I feel about you is anything but comfortable. I feel too much, not too little.” He traced his thumb over the graceful arc of Dashiell’s prominent cheekbone. “You make me think of warmth, of sunny places and bright colors. Your family is Greek, yes?”

“My grandparents came from Greece. My father’s parents. My mother isn’t Greek.”

“But you are.”

Dashiell’s beauty was masculine without being hard, his features chiseled but delicate, his mahogany curls an untamed splendor.

“I can imagine you against a white beach. How brown would you get in the sun?” He stroked over the skin that called to mind warm breezes and lazy mornings.

“I’ve never had a chance to find out,” Dashiell said petulantly. “Work, work, work.”

He wanted to keep Dashiell like a spoiled plaything—let him bathe in the ocean and tan on a beach and never worry about another thing, wanted to come home to find him soft and laughing and nearly naked, brown with the sun and hot with need.

He took his hands off Dashiell’s body. He was doing it again—thinking too far forward. That was what made being with Dashiell so uncomfortable, that ache in his chest when thoughts of Dashiell intruded into areas where only Jamie belonged.

“I should let you go. You said you have a big case.” He smoothed his thumb over Dashiell’s pout. “I’ll call you.”

“You mean you’ll have Bhupati call me.”

“Is that a problem?”

“No, it’s fine.”

“Good. He keeps me on track. I wouldn’t know where I was going if it weren’t for him.”

“I doubt that. You seem like a highly organized person.”

“Well, perhaps so, but trust me when I say that I’ll see you sooner and more reliably if I allow him to arrange the details. And that’s what I want—to see you soon. It’s what you want also, yes?”

Dashiell let out a small yes, and Syed took him by the upper arms to kiss him one last time, a simple touch of mouth to mouth, a promise that next time there’d be more. He watched to make sure Dashiell made it safely through the security door on the other side of the lobby before putting his car in gear.

It’d been a successful date, he thought. Not more than his heart could handle. When he got home, perhaps he could think of Dashiell when he took himself in hand. Perhaps his thoughts wouldn’t drift elsewhere tonight.

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Reviews:loveQhuay on Amazon wrote:

So I started to read this book, and the next thing I know? It's dark outside and I should be sleeping. But then what? I'll go to sleep after one more chapter... lol!

I couldn't put it down, it was so good! Better then the first, better then the third, better then anything!

Kathleen on Amazon wrote:

This story is one of the best I've read as far as watching a relationship develop and seeing characters stretch and grow. Both characters have some major hurdles to overcome and both do so in such beautiful ways. Dashiell is just adorable. He really is.

dagio on Amazon wrote:

This is an incredibly moving book. It looks at several different facets of a relationship, of grief, of societal expectations and much more. Tanya Chris did an amazing job weaving all of the components together into a masterpiece.

The character development is intense. The level of complexity the author is able to use is perfect. She really poured her heart and soul into these characters. Syed and Dashiell may have been primary but I loved the fact the author gave that same attention to secondary characters as well. The world building was flawless; the author did an excellent job creating vivid imagery. Between both the depth of characters and the world building, it felt like I was right there.


Aftercare

Cover of Aftercare by Tanya Chris shows a man in front of a NYC cityscape straightening his tie
Part of the Ever After series:

Aayan Denir knows Garrett Hillier was once a high-powered defense attorney, and—thanks to a leaked photograph—he knows Garrett is sexually submissive, which makes him ideally qualified to defend Aayan's brother from the charge of murdering his sub. Aayan would do anything to protect Syed, even if he doesn't understand how Syed could hurt someone he loves. He could never hurt Garrett. He only wants to take care of him—love him, serve him, cherish him. And maybe torture him. Just a little.

Garrett probably shouldn’t be dating his client’s brother. Right? And what’s the use in a confirmed sub dating a guy who doesn’t want to be a Dom anyway? The important thing is to get Syed cleared of the discriminatory murder charge he’s facing. Aayan is a distraction. But for the first time in the three lonely years since Garrett’s husband died, he’s feeling hope, ambition, and desire. Can he give up the pain he craves to find the love he needs?

As Syed’s trial date looms, Aayan and Garrett explore what a BDSM relationship means for them, and what they mean to each other.

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He was prepared to exit the dark interior of Aayan’s very comfortable car with a handshake and a quick goodbye, but Aayan trapped him with no more than a look. He held his breath as Aayan slid closer across the leather seat.

“Your gaydar must be pretty dysfunctional if it didn’t pick up on how attracted I am to you. I knew you were attracted to me. Your reaction was immediate.”

“Yeah, I, uh …” God, articulate much, Garrett? “It would be a bad idea to get involved though. Conflict of interest, and, um …”

Aayan’s hand curling around the back of his neck temporarily cleared his mind.

“So I shouldn’t,” he concluded, as if he’d presented a coherent argument.

“Shouldn’t or won’t?”

“Shouldn’t. I can’t say won’t.”

“Good.”

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Aayan didn’t close the distance between them himself; he didn’t even meet Garrett in the middle. He stayed rock still and drew Garrett to him with a force that was irresistible but unhurried, perhaps giving Garrett a chance to say no but only proving that he didn’t want to. Aayan’s lips closed over his firmly, parting and opening them so that their tongues met in a wet tangle.

Garrett inhaled around Aayan’s kiss. His hands clawed blindly forward, seeking Aayan’s shoulders to steady him as his head swam. The wool of Aayan’s sweater was like moss beneath his fingers—too soft and slick to save him. He groped higher until he found the coarser texture of Aayan’s hair. He clung there, inching forward, pressing harder into the kiss, choked whimpers rising up to fill Aayan’s mouth with his need.

Three years. Three years since he’d been so hard, so hungry, since someone had held him so commandingly. Just that single hand to the back of his neck coaxed him to fall deeper into the rich darkness of desire.

The panic came as quickly as the desire had. What was he doing? He hadn’t even known this man twenty-four hours ago. Russell’s picture lay at his feet, and he was shamelessly trying to crawl across the center console and into Aayan’s lap.

He pulled back as far as Aayan’s hand would allow him. “I can’t— I’m not ready for—”

The pressure on the back of his neck eased. He could move away now. If he wanted to.

“OK.” Aayan’s lips teased his. “I understand.” Another kiss, like morphine to his jangled nerves.

God, his head was so fuzzy, his resolve so hazy. “You say that, but you keep kissing me.”

Aayan chuckled and released him. He resettled himself into the center of his seat and held both hands up. “OK?”

Right. It was on him now. Garrett sat up and slid back into his own seat. Right. It would be better if he could breathe, but Aayan wasn’t touching him, so …

“I’ll see you,” he said, putting his hand on the door handle.

“Don’t forget the photograph.”

Right.

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Reviews:Jaime on Alpha Book Club wrote:

Aftercare is my first book by author Tanya Chris and hopefully I will be reading more, soon! I really enjoyed the emotional depth this author went to in this story, as we watch our two MC learn about each other and figure out if they can be what the other needs.

They say a picture can speak 1000 words…nothing is more true than two very important pictures in this story. Both pictures feature a man in love, in the throes of submission, while deep in love with their Dom…one picture brings a new love to Garrett and the second photo may just save a life.

Caroline on Love Bytes wrote:

I was drawn to Garrett Hillier immediately and I think that was due to the sadness that surrounded him. He’s a sexually submissive man who has lost an important part of himself since his husband’s death three years ago. He also walked away from his role as a top defence lawyer choosing instead to open a smaller practice. The death of his husband was heart-breaking enough but when his husband’s family turned on him and stole the most important memento he had left it was a double whammy that ensured Garrett didn’t offer his heart out again.

Kris on Joyfully Jay wrote:

I loved this book. It had everything a good books needs to have: great writing, well-paced plot, layers upon layers, and a truly beautiful D/s relationship. I have no trouble recommending this one at all.


Original cover for Aftercare is illustrated and shows a man standing in front of a desk with a picture in the background
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Cover for the Italian version of Aftercare shows a belt and a flogger on a dark background
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Aftercare is also available in Italian: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08KFRDJP7