Guest Post Xenia Melzer for A Dom and his Warrior

OS: Welcome to Xenia!


Interview with a character: Peyton

Interview with Peyton
X.M.: Hello, Peyton. It’s so kind of you to take some time for another interview.
P.: Hello back, sugar. And yes, it is kind of me, but that’s just the kind of person I am. Doing this interview with you is by now practically a tradition and who am I to shun it?
X.M.: Thank you – I guess. I heard your skills as an interior designer were put to the test once more in this story?
P.: You better believe it! I mean, there’s no ‘putting to the test’ with me, because I’m the best, but the problems I had to deal with… Jonathan is a good enough guy, but his taste is just so Expendables, if you get what I mean. Shudders delicately. All macho and big and blunt. Not that macho and big aren’t nice, oh no, Dolph Lundgren definitely has a place in my heart. Or Terry Crews, the muscles on that man, oh. My. God. I could climb him like a tree!
X.M.: Ah, yes, Peyton, back to the question at hand. You took care of Jonathan’s home?
P.: If you mean by ‘take care’ that I turned that eighties monstrosity with more rooms than a lab rat’s labyrinth into a modern, light filled, beautiful living space, then yes, I did exactly that. You should have seen the rooms! Small and boring, totally wasting their potential. Luckily for Jonathan I’m not a resentful person. Before he moved in with Leeland I had already told him what he should change about the apartment, but he chickened out and told me it was fine the way it was. Fine! Dark and gloomy, that’s what it was! And don’t even get me started on the kitchen! I can’t believe anybody could have cooked in that. Jonathan certainly didn’t. He enjoys greasy take-out too much. I did Leeland a favor when I threw that remnant of the Stone Age out.
X.M.: That was very nice of you. I also heard you’re now a fan of the UFC?
P.: Not the UFC in general, mind you. I think their system of deducing points and thus deciding the winner of a fight when there’s no K.O. is stupid at best and I don’t care for the latent and open homophobia some of the athletes and trainers show, but I can very much get behind ogling practically naked, heavily muscled men getting all sweaty. It’s what I imagine the ancient Greeks must have looked like when the Olympic Games were still done naked… Gets a faraway, dreamy look. They used oil, you know? To make it harder for an opponent to grab them. Imagine all the oil on all those muscles…
X.M.: Clears throat. You don’t care for the point system?
P.: What? Oh, yeah, I don’t. It’s almost as bad as in gymnastics or dressage or figure skating. A bunch of judges sitting around deducing points for things like timid fighting? Fouls I get, those are quite obvious and it’s clear an athlete has to be punished for those, but bad form? Timid fighting? That’s not something you can judge objectively. I could totally get behind a score for looks, though. They could make it the audience’s decision. Wouldn’t that be nice?
X.M.: I’m pretty sure the athletes wouldn’t want to be ogled like cattle on a market.
P.: Pff. Then what is the official weighing for? And why do they wear next to nothing? You can’t tell me there isn’t a strong aesthetic component to it!
X.M.: Well, yes, you’re probably right…
P.: Probably? I am right. Always. Well, most of the time. Anyway, they do have great bodies in the UFC.
X.M.: Thank you for your insights, Peyton. It was – as always – enlightening.
P.: You’re welcome. And don’t think I haven’t heard the sarcasm, Missus! You’ll see if I’m available for an interview the next time!


Leeland Drake and Jonathan White are a committed BDSM couple and have just moved in together. Leeland has only one year left in college, and everything seems perfect… until Leeland’s uncle asks him to stand in for an injured UFC fighter.

Leeland wants to help his uncle, but he remembers all too well from his years competing in martial arts how strenuous life as an athlete can be. He doesn’t want to risk his relationship with Jonathan. After some discussion, they decide Leeland will go pro for a year.

As if the training and strict diet weren’t bad enough, the pressure skyrockets when Leeland encounters homophobic fighter Tommy Adams—especially when they end up facing each other in the championship

Between the bigoted rants of his opponent, the scrutiny of the media, the pressure from his sponsor, and a fire in his uncle’s gym, Leeland is close to breaking down. Only Jonathan’s support and love keep him focused enough to set foot in the octagon once more—and maybe even walk away a winner.
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Biography Xenia Melzer
Xenia Melzer was born and raised in a small village in the South of Bavaria. As one of nature’s true chocoholics, she’s always in search of the perfect chocolate experience. So far, she’s had about a dozen truly remarkable ones. Despite having been in close proximity to the mountains all her life, she has never understood why so many people think snow sports are fun. There are neither chocolate nor horses involved and it’s cold by definition, so where’s the sense? She does not like beer either and has never been to the Oktoberfest – no quality chocolate there.
Even though her mind is preoccupied with various stories most of the time, Xenia has managed to get through school and university with surprisingly good grades. Right after school she met her one true love who showed her that reality is capable of producing some truly amazing love stories itself.
While she was having her two children, she started writing down the most persistent stories in her head as a way of relieving mommy-related stress symptoms. As it turned out, the stress-relief has now become a source of the same, albeit a positive one.
When she’s not writing, she translates the stories of other authors into German, enjoys riding and running, spending time with her kids, and dancing with her husband. If you want to contact her, please visit either her website, or write her an email: .

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