Dupli-Kinked, It's a Kink Thing #4 by M.C. Roth - Review, Excerpt and Giveaway

The It's a Kink Thing series serves up double the kink and trouble in Dupli-Kinked.

From the blurb:

Sometimes the one right path is actually two.

Copley is fresh out of a relationship with his former roommate and has only one place to go— to the wrong side of town to his brother Sauble' s crumbling apartment. He has no idea that his path puts him in the middle of a new world where owing someone money can get you killed.

When Nikita is sent to collect Sauble' s gambling debt, Copley is the only one home. Instead of being terrified of the massive and tattooed gangster, Copley is drawn to Nikita in a way he never has been with anyone.

But Nikita isn' t the only one who has set his sights on Copley. Nikita' s twin brother Maxim wants to claim Copley as his own.

Copley has to decide if he' s going to submit or be pulled to pieces by the two men who are feared beyond city limits.

Jacquie's Review:

Dupli-kinked might be part of a series, but can be read as a standalone. Most of the action happens elsewhere, though Nikita visits Unkinked briefly.

Copely is sweet, rather naïve, and totally into the twins. Luckily, the feeling is mutual, and he sparks feelings in them that they hadn't had before. Max is new to being a Dom, but with Niki there to support him, he explores that side of himself.

I enjoyed that there was no hesitation about sharing him, despite each twin having a different Dom style.

Edging, spanking, orgasm denial, praise kink. This had a lot packed into it. I liked each of the twins in their own way. They had distinctive personalities and ways of treating Copely. I did want to see a little more resolution with the ex - he got off too easy, but loved the glimpses of characters from the other books.

A steamy read if you love MMM

Rating: 4 Stars

Lori C's Review:

Nikita, Niki, tells him that his brother owes money that must be paid by the end of the month. Copley was broken and not ready to be swept into anything new. However, the uncertainty of his new life, no real home of his own, no relationship, his brother’s addiction, are exactly what propelled him into a Dom/sub relationship with Niki without knowing all the rules and expectations. Add in Maxim, Niki’s twin brother, the fire to his ice, and you have a whole other relationship to consider. 

There are so many threads to pull in this story. It kept my mind occupied, focused, and sometimes backtracking to make sure I had read something correctly. When MC Roth kicks up the heat, she kicks up the heat and the spicy scenes leave you sweating. The BDSM scenes are torturous, as well as you go from Niki’s sweet brand of dominance to Maxim’s harsher approach. In between it all, you still have the characters and world the author built, Sweetie, the lovable lady of the night and Unkinked, to remind you there is more than just spice to the story. I’m looking forward to what comes next and catching up with what I’ve missed. 

Rating: 4 Stars

Lesetiger's Review:

I was already looking forward to this book, since this is not my first book by M.C. Roth. After breaking up with his boyfriend, Copley moves in with his brother across town. Too bad he's a gambling addict and suddenly Nikita, the enforcer of the local Bravta, is in his apartment. Nikita meets Copley for the first time. Nikita fancies Copley as his sub and Copley is ready to try something new. And then Niki's brother Maxim appears on the scene as well, as the two live together. 

I liked Copley a lot. Nikita is not only the tough enforcer, he also has a soft heart, while Maxim is generally into harder stuff. Can this work out with the three of them?

The story is pretty unrealistic in my eyes, but it was still incredibly fun to read. Copley is so delightfully clueless, you just have to like him. And Nikita and Maxim are also interesting protagonists who get into an unusual situation with Copley.  

I found the story entertaining and enjoyable. It's kinky with two doms and a sub. And the longer you read, the better you understand each individual's motivations for their actions. Once I started reading, I was captivated and wanted to know what would happen next with Copley.

Rating: 4.5 Stars

Nicole's Review:

With this series, there is a similar suspension of disbelief between the books. We are led to believe that Copley was naïve enough to believe that his friends with benefits roommate would be open to a proposal, but not deathly afraid of two mob enforcers. If you can get past that (which wasn't a problem for me), you are in for a kinky hot ride.  

I really liked this take on the identical twin kink.  t felt a little more honest to the character dynamic of two very different doms sharing a sub. Copley grows through a whole series of emotions as he discovers himself and his kinky interests, and tests the boundaries with Niki and Max. Not only is Copley new to kink, he is also Max’s first foray into dominance. MC Roth depicted this beautifully. He didn’t always get everything right, and he was willing to ask Nikita for guidance and learn from his mistakes. 

Besides some internal angst, there isn't a whole lot plot driven like the previous book in the series, but I really enjoyed the character development this focused on instead. 

Be prepared for the very broad spectrum of kink covered in the story, and its steam is off the charts!

Rating: 4.5 Stars

Dupli-Kinked is available to buy as an ebook, paperback, or to read with Kindle Unlimited subscription.

Dupli-Kinked by M.C. Roth

General Release Date: 14th February 2023

Word Count: 77,652
Book Length: NOVEL
Pages: 282



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The ring burned a hole through the pocket of his jeans, drawing his attention with every step. It was supposed to be a symbol of his love, which had simmered for three years and burned bright for another two. Instead, it was the sole representation of his humiliation.

He’d been so excited when he’d strolled into the jewelry store while wearing his best dress shirt and a pair of slacks that had fit him just right. He dressed well for his work, but he’d never really worn something truly expensive before.

He’d kept his jaw sewn tight as he looked at the price tags on every ring, going from glass case to glass case until he’d finally found the dismal selection targeted for men. A simple gold band had barely been within his budget, but he’d needed something. He hadn’t been able to go another moment without telling Spencer how he felt about him.

They’d hardly spoken during the whispered moments at night when they had lain together in the most intimate embrace. But what was he supposed to say to someone who had started as his roommate but had stolen his heart instead?

It had all begun so innocently as a way to blow off steam. The tension had seemed to build as soon as they’d settled in as roommates, even though they’d been strangers at the time. Outside the apartment, they’d become friends who were perhaps more affectionate than most, but as soon as the apartment door had closed behind them, their walls had come down.

Spencer had been his. He would slip into Copley’s bed and lie with him until the sun peeked through his bedroom curtains when he had to roll out and go to work with his ass aching and his lips still bruised from their kisses.

“Copley, come back to bed.”

How many times had he fallen for that? How many sick days had passed with them in bed as they kissed and made love until they simply couldn’t anymore?

That was why the ring had been so important, and why he’d purchased the simple gold band from the clerk, who had given him a slightly disappointed look, as if he should have spent thousands instead of hundreds.

He was in love, but he still had to eat.

His heart had been ready to pound out of his chest by the time he’d arrived home, pulling the ring from the tiny box and clutching it in his hand. He had bitten his tongue, pushing himself through the door before he could chicken out.

And everything had come crashing down.

He’d grabbed his packed bag from his side of the bed, wiping the tears from his cheeks before he’d fled the apartment with Spencer staring after him looking so confused and concerned that it had nearly broken his heart a second time.

The bag was heavy on his shoulder, thumping against his back as he took practiced steps toward the main street. He’d packed light for the second part of his would-be surprise—a camping trip just for the two of them.

The bag contained a single change of clothes with one tent and an extra-large sleeping bag that would have zipped around them just right. It was the perfect way to celebrate a new engagement.

Only he’d been wrong from the very beginning. While Copley had been falling in love for five wonderful years, Spencer hadn’t felt a thing. Their stress relief had been just that and nothing more to him—which was why Spencer had introduced him to his girlfriend while Copley had clutched the ring in his hand like some clueless idiot.

Wiping his cheeks with the back of his hand, Copley looked out onto the street and the zooming traffic that was slowly starting to thin. For a gloomy fall Saturday, the road was surprisingly busy, with people rushing here and there as they prepared for winter.

It would have been near freezing in the tent on their impromptu trip, and they would have had to snuggle so close to share their bodily warmth, fogging the air as they breathed each other in.

Copley sobbed, cupping his hand over his mouth as he stumbled to the nearest bench. He sagged onto the slatted wood frame, dropping his pack as he pressed his face into his hands. A wail seeped past his lips as his chest pulled so tight that he wondered how he could still breathe.

“You okay?”

Sniffing, Copley turned to the man next to him, who looked rather startled at his new bench mate. His hair was gray, a few age spots peeking from under his waterproof cap that matched the poncho around his shoulders.

“Yeah.” Copley sniffed, wiping his hands over his face to try to squish the sobs at the source. It didn’t quite work, but the stranger’s eyes on him stalled his tears where they were. He’d already humiliated himself enough for one day.

“I get like that on rainy days, too, sometimes.” The stranger tipped his cap as he gazed up at the cloudy sky. “Not sure if it’s the best weather for camping, though, son.” He eyed Copley’s bag and the sleeping bag nearly bursting from its packaging. “It’s going to be a mighty cold one tonight, and you don’t look like you’re dressed for it. I can feel a storm brewing in my bones.”

Copley’s lips twitched in the briefest of smiles as he let out a breath. “You sound just like my mother. ‘Don’t forget your sweater, Copley.’” He shook his head, pulling his arms around himself as a gust of wind stripped him of warmth. The guy was right, though. In his haste, he hadn’t grabbed a jacket, and with the nightfall only a short time away, it was already starting to get chilly.

“Sounds like a wise woman, like my Nancy. I would forget my pants if my wife didn’t remind me every morning.” He smiled, rubbing his hand over his knobby knee and grimacing. “I’m surprised she even lets me take the bus anymore. Some days it’s just nice to meet new people, but she’s more of a homebody. Always was.”

Smiling through the last of his tears, Copley leaned against the bench and shuddered as another wind gust swept over him. The blue and yellow bus sign blared above his head, but there were no vehicles in sight. The routes went every fifteen minutes in the city, and he could hop from one to the next with his eyes closed. He’d never even thought of having his own car before.

“Where are you headed, son? Up toward Forrest Lake? Or maybe down by the flats? We used to party there in my day. Don’t tell my Nancy, but there were quite a few ladies that liked to tag along, if you know what I mean. I played football back then. Nothing like a bit of pigskin to get the fire started.”

Copley blinked, chuckling awkwardly as he looked around for an escape. Listening to an old man talk about his young and straight escapades was slightly awkward, if he were honest. He didn’t want to be rude, but that generation tended to be a tad…ungentlemanly to him when they found out he was attracted to men.

“I wouldn’t know, actually. And as for where I’m headed…? I haven’t figured that out yet.” I couldn’t catch a football if it was covered in glue.

He looked to the bus sign. Route fifteen looped around the north side of town before it hit low-income housing and some spots that he didn’t dare step into while he was dressed the way he was. As much as he tried to be open-minded and non-judgmental, he clutched his keys tighter when he passed by graffiti or a few gang members on a corner.

“Well, this bus will take you to some of the best spots,” said the old man, tugging his cap back over his brow as the sun peeked out one final time before clouds consumed it again. It was starting to get low in the sky, bronze blushing to pinks and reds as a few lamplights buzzed to life.

“My Nancy was raised on South Street, just next to the old inn. Not much to it now, but in its glory, it was a beautiful place. Do you know it?” He looked to Copley, his bushy eyebrows scrunching as he slowly blinked.

“I do. I was raised up that way, actually,” said Copley, tugging his shirt tighter around his belly as a raindrop landed on his knee. The rain was cold, sinking straight to his skin as a second drop landed on the bench next to him.

He had been raised near Highbury Street, which was only two blocks from South, and he knew exactly why he shouldn’t travel there. He remembered the noises in the night and the shouts that had kept him awake. His mother and pop had done their best to raise him and his brother and keep them safe in that neighborhood, but sometimes he wondered how he’d ever made it out.

When he’d been old enough, he’d left the neighborhood behind, and his parents had followed shortly after, only they had moved so far south that he rarely saw them in person anymore.

“My brother is still down that way, actually. He’s in the old apartment building near the corner of Highbury…the one with the yellow brick and the steeples,” said Copley. The brick had been all but crumbling the last time Copley had seen it, the shingles on the peaked roof barely hanging on.

“That’s the old McGuire place. He used to own the old bus line in town before it went out of business. Committed suicide not long after that, and his wife went into a nunnery.”

“Oh dear,” said Copley, trying to keep his face blank. Do nunneries still exist? He used to watch The Sound of Music with his mother all the time, and he still knew the songs by heart. The man nodded, his mouth set into a grim line.

“We lost a lot of good men to things like that back then. Not so much now with people my age, but then, half of them aren’t alive anymore, anyway. There are only two people left from my high school graduating class.” He let out a long sigh, finally stilling his hand where he rubbed at his knee. “But I should be going before Nancy sends the search party out for me. I hope you find your way, son.”

The old man stood with a groan, his shoulders stooped as he grabbed the cane that was sitting next to the bench. “And be careful in that part of town. There are a lot of sons of bitches out there.” He walked off, slowly shuffling his feet against the sidewalk.

Copley looked to his pocket where he could still feel the ring like a blazing halo of misfortune. He wasn’t close to feeling any better, but at least he had a touch of perspective.

“Well, I guess I know where I’m headed.”

He grabbed his bag as the bus pulled up to the stop and parked with a burst of air brakes before the doors swung wide. Stepping inside, he clutched the strap of his pack as he paid and slipped into a seat near the front. He hadn’t seen his brother in years, so he was woefully overdue. Hopefully, he had a couch that still had its cushions where Copley could sleep.

He let out a sigh as his eyes began to burn again, his tears budding afresh as he looked back to the bench and his neighborhood. It’s going to be a long night.

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M.C. Roth

M.C. Roth lives in Canada and loves every season, even the dreaded Canadian winter. She graduated with honours from the Associate Diploma Program in Veterinary Technology at the University of Guelph before choosing a different career path.

Between caring for her young son, spending time with her husband, and feeding treats to her menagerie of animals, she still spends every spare second devoted to her passion for writing.

She loves growing peppers that are hot enough to make grown men cry, but she doesn’t like spicy food herself. Her favourite thing, other than writing of course, is to find a quiet place in the wilderness and listen to the birds while dreaming about the gorgeous men in her head.

Find out more about M.C. Roth at her website.


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