The holiday themed books

Thought I’d mention the holiday themed releases I have so if you ARE searching for something (and you should be, authors aren’t all wealthy you know, and buying our books supports the local economy!) then I’ve got a few to choose from.

First up: Her Shelter (alter ego Alexandria Rayne) The ghost of Christmas Future…

Can a strong Alpha learn lessons of the heart from someone who refuses their own emotions or will the Ghost of Christmas Future be forced to interfere?

New pack alpha Reinhold struggles with control over his pack, trying to provide the best for them while maintaining his relationship with the Sisters of the Moon.

Mistress Crissy is the solid, logical member of three sisters that have been granted possession of all wolves in this world by Diana, Goddess of the Moon. Her connection to Reinhold is purely lust based, or so she thinks until he pulls a stupid stunt and injures himself and her heart.

Can either of these two see heart to heart or will it take a little intervention from the ghost of Christmas Future to force them both to realise that they need each other as Mistress and switch?

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A Christmas Favour -a contemporary romance written in the Harlequin BLAZE style (and now sitting on an HQN editor’s desk if Saritza and Marisa got it to them!) that I wrote in honor of giving my sister a happy ending.  Can love unite two best friends that yearn for each other, even after years have passed?

Angela does have the blessed luck to have a best friend with a very handsome body and a kind heart. She’s managed to end up single during the holidays and having Christian come up from Houston to cheer her up has made a huge difference in her life. Things were going fine until a little playfulness became arousal and they ended up making damn sure neither suffered a cold winter night together!

Christian has been incredibly blessed with his life. He’s been given the IT job of his dreams, has the income he needs to feel secure and has the support of his long time best friend, Angela. What more could he ask for? Well, turns out he asked for her in his bed, over and over again and he wound up getting it. But his work schedule interferes with their relationship and causes heartache on both sides. Will he be able to figure things out and convince her that he’s the one for her?  Excerpt and BUY Link

 

 

 

Mistress Kitty – Tales of Love, Romance and Male Slavery.  Not entirely a holiday story but the Christmas scenes and themed stories in this collection are hot enough to melt any bit of snow around a frozen heart!

The stories that launched Sascha Illyvich’s career as a master of BDSM erotica. Follow the adventures of Miss Kitty and her submissive, Trent, through humiliation,

punishment, training and on straight through to ecstasy. This powerful collection, available for the first time in a deade, includes such Kitty and Trent tales as So Help Me, Mistress!, Sex Swing, School Marm, Trust, A Sensual Seduction, Playtime, Spanking Trent, Just Who’s in Control, Anyway?, and more than a dozen other contemporary classics. “A Powerful Look at Female Domination!” That’s how Sensual Reviews describes the work of Sascha Illyvich

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A hot BDSM christmas themed paranormal romance
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Friday Flash erotic Fiction – Fae Troubles

Another short flash fiction piece.  Enjoy!

The little redhead spoke in a light, fluttery tone.  ‘If you come closer, I’ll show you what I want to do to you.”  She nuzzled his neck.

Breathing in the scent of lush green forest and earth, Reinhold stroked her cheek, a finger sliding over the softness of her skin.  “But they’re angry at me.”  Reinhold lifted his head from her lips.  The redhead faery sat in his arms, a tiny figure with porcelain skin and blood red hair with pert breasts and a sweet, curvy ass.

“I don’t care. You’re mine, sweetheart.”  She nodded, nuzzling his chest with her mouth.

He nodded, his grin widening to reach his eyes.  “I want you, little fae.  You’re perfection in my hands.  You’re sweet and loveable and wicked.”

Her lips curled upwards.  Taking his hand in hers, she slid off the couch and pulled him down the hallway into a room.  She pushed the door open and stretched out a hand. “After you, my wolf.”

Reinhold stepped into the room. His sight as a wolf adjusted to the candle lit darkness.  A bed sat in the center, surrounded by candles of varying sizes and scents that overwhelmed him at first.  Sweet scents perfumed the room, jasmine, lavender, sandalwood.  He inhaled deeply, feeling her hand at the base of his hips.  After a moment, the different aromas began to calm his fears.

The faery stepped past him and turned to face him.

Reinhold followed her closely, keeping her body beside his to feel her warmth, her arousal.

Katiera had told him to go with the flow, to be accepting of his little fae; she was a gift.  A sensual, magical gift that could lighten the wolf’s mind and help his aura.

He needed that.  Being around his Essence had given him a newfound strength, time spent with his Mistress Crissy had given him…what?

He still had to figure that out.  The time spent between the two had been sparse.  But he cherished the moments with each of his dominants even as he rebelled internally towards them.

It wasn’t right, humans telling a wolf what to do. But Lynne and Mistress Crissy held a lot more than typical humans did. And for a young pup, Katiera had a wealth of wisdom.

She was truly someone he trusted with his entire heart. So when she told him to come visit his little fae, and stay for tea and sex, he didn’t disagree.

Clutching his hand, the little fae led him to the bed, settling herself down on the comforter with daintiness that he didn’t miss.

Patting a space beside her, she urged him towards her.  “Please?”  She rubbed her naked thighs with both hands.

He couldn’t stand it much further.  His cock hardened.  Every nerve and muscle in his body tensed, ready for something more than standing around.  His body was on fire, she’d only kissed him moments ago.  Her lips tasted like cherry and vodka.

Then, perfection.  Soft and pliant, her lips were moist and gentle beneath his.

Taking his tongue inside her mouth, she let his hands glide over her breasts, pinching the nipples to hardened peaks until she’d cried.

“You hurt,” she grinned.

“You like it,” he nipped her face with his.

She bit along the line of his jaw.  “I do indeed, my sweet.”

His voice dropped to a hushed whisper.  “This is for you.  Just you.”

She nodded in understanding.

His heart swelled with pride.

She climbed on top of him and began a slow, sensual movement that picked up into a rhythm.

Both enjoyed the sensation of skin against skin, her bobbing up and down on him, their lips meeting for rough kisses that were sure to bruise.

He broke out in a slick sweat, panting, moaning at her tightness.

She cried aloud, impaling herself harder and harder on his prick.

His balls slapped against her, fingers digging into her flesh.

She jolted up and down wildly on him, swirling her hips around, mouth hanging open with each his every thrust.

When she came, he did too, wrapping his arms around her slender waist and burying his head in the crook of her neck.  “I love you, little fae” he whispered.

She pushed him back and remained on top of him.  “I love you too, sweet wolf.”

A few hours later, he woke to the sound of loud pounding on the door.  His little fae had remained on top of him, legs stretched out alongside his.  The contrast of her blood red hair against white skin brought a smile to his face.

“Come in,” he threw the sheet and blanket over them.

Two large men appeared, fully dressed in jeans and work shirts.  “You’re on our little sister.”

The faery tensed her thighs around him.  Meeting his gaze, she narrowed her eyes.

He rubbed the back of her head and forced her to rest against his chest.  “Actually,” he cleared his throat, “She’s on me. And she started this.  Now unless you have business,” he growled in a whisper, “leave us.  She’s sleeping.”

The larger one of the two arched an eyebrow.

“I would fear for my health, if I were you both.” Reinhold motioned with his eyes at the large black knife on the bedside table.

Eyebrow backed off.  “Fine.”  He scowled before turning to leave.  His brother joined him and shut the door behind them.

Yawning, Reinhold’s little fae stirred, her mouth moving against his bare chest.

With a yawn, she looked into his eyes.  “Are my brothers giving you any trouble?”

He shook his head. “No sweetheart.  Nothing I can’t manage.  They’re only human.”  Stroking the back of her head, he ran his fingers through her short curls, playing with the baby hairs at the base of her skull.

She arched against him and reached between her legs to feel him inside her.  “This could be fun.  Do me,” she shot him a wicked grin.

His cock stirred to life again inside her. Hands cupped her bottom and pulled her tighter against him.  “Anytime.”

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Dance of Tails

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New Reivew posted – Siddella’s Surrender

I got spanked

Siddella’s Surrender was reviewed by the fine folks at BDSM Book Reviews.  The soft launch of the site is up now at BDSM Book Reviews. The lovely ladies had good things to say about the story, which brings me a great amount of joy!

“The author knows just how to bring his world to the reader.I was pulled in right from the start and never left. This book is fast paced , full of action and of course lots of sex. I cannot wait to get the next book to see what happens to Siddella and Frika next.”

I’m glad they loved it.  If you want your copy of the first book in the Siddella series, Amazon carries it here

See the full review of Siddella’s Surrender at BDSM BOOK REVIEWS

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Excerpt from “I Will Submit to You, Master” – Male Dom

It Takes a True Master to Turn a Strong Mistress into an Eager Sub! Collin was the man for the job and Jackie was the dominant woman who needed taming, Spirited into a dungeon, Mistress Jackie soon finds herself in a battle of wills with Master Collin, and she soon realizes it will be a losing battle for her. Not only is his will stronger, but Collin will soon introduce her to a series of sexual devices designed to teach her submission, devices no woman could resist. From the celebrated Dom and and author of Gift of Her Submission.

Chapter One

In the dark room, there was stillness except for the loud, thumping bass lines that pulsed through the room.  A spotlight shone down just in front of Jackie, emphasizing the cold stone floor before her.  Curtains hung along the walls, hiding most of the toys that were normally visible.

Annoyance and arousal set in from the pounding music that sent vibrations straight to her swollen pussy.

The room smelled of cinnamon and violet.  Jackie knew in this particular club that the tops could create a full scene with their bottoms through utilization of incense and a mixture of candles.  Obviously, someone had been doing their homework since they’d focused on two of her favorite scents.

Jackie lay on her stomach on a wooden table, spread eagled and filled with a smooth, huge cock that arched her hips upward, giving perfect access for anyone to come behind her and fuck her ass. Her chin rested on a padded leather headrest that forced her head into a natural tilt downward.

Her legs were attached to boards that could swivel at the request of the top, thereby granting them access to whatever orifice they wanted to fuck.  “Ugh.”  She was so not an anal sex person unless she wore the strap on.

Her breasts swung freely between the two padded boards that were specifically designed so that someone could attach nipple weights or clamps to the breasts of the submissive.  Or they could press the velvet covered board upwards so that pointed nipples brushed against the material to cause extra stimulation.

Jackie struggled against the bonds but the leather cut into her flesh.  She was naked except for the black hair tie that held deep burgundy hair in a straight braid down her back.

Sweat broke out on her brow.  She closed her eyes and tried to remember what landed her here in the first place.

The memory of fighting Collin to avoid this was still fresh in her mind.  “You’ll submit to me the way a good submissive in Dominant’s clothing would.”  Glaring at her through thin slits of his eyes, he practically growled the words when he reached for her hair and tugged her to her knees.

Jackie hated him for it though her body certainly responded.  Her pussy was wet when she walked into the room, it always was when she faced a man of his stature and had been given an opportunity to put him at her feet; his rightful place.

She’d seen him outside the club with a buxom brunette and he was on her leash.  Still dressed in a suit that molded to his body, he followed the smaller woman around until they’d disappeared into a private room.

It took Jackie a moment for reality to sink in.

Powerful men needed a release from the rigors of corporate life.

Of course her nerves needed him, needed to control him.

He’d approached her later that night.

She’d agreed to meet him and play with him for an hour.  Seeing him down on his knees, she kept her composure about until Collin stood.

His sheer size and height too her breath away.

His full height towered over her by a good food.  Barefoot, he was a solid wall of muscle, dressed only in black leather pants and a huge cloak that flowed over broad shoulders.  In the florescent light, oil gave his skin a sheen that emphasized every muscle, nook and cranny over his well built frame.

Dark lashes swept over perfect silver eyes that held no fear.  His lips were pursed together in a thin line that begged for kisses if she ever allowed herself to succumb to those desires.

It was a rare submissive that made her crave their taste.

His sheer size alone was an unfair advantage.  But Jackie had her share of men his size and brought them to their knees, begging for her dominance.

Tonight however was different.  She felt it in her stomach the moment their eyes met.

The moment she commanded him to kneel in her dominant voice, he ignored her.

She stepped closer, reaching for his shoulder.  The spark from the connection was instant when she touched him.

Lust stirred in her belly like nothing she’d ever felt before.

But she was denied her wish when she attempted to push him down on his knees.

Instead, she was met with resistance.

She retracted her touch and glared, her voice awash in coldness.  “I could leave.”

“You won’t.”  He spoke as though the statement were fact.

She huffed.  Turning on her heels, she spun around and headed for the door to the room.

One hand clamped down on her shoulders, pressing a thumb and forefinger into her neck.  “You’re here to learn to submit to your true nature, Jackie. Not to be a flake.”

Pressure on her neck forced sickness into her stomach.  Her vision blurred.  Then her world went blank.

When she awoke, Jackie discovered she was able to move her head around enough to see they’d moved to a different room in the club.

The light went out.

Startled, Jackie sucked in a breath.  Her nipples brushed against something that irritated the taut peaks into hard points and sent waves of pleasure in a line down her spine.

Rocking her hips onto the phallus, she clenched her muscles together in attempt to relieve the pressure in her pussy.

It didn’t help.  The phallus had an extension of some sort that brushed across her clit with every movement she made.

She raised her head in frustration.  “Damnit!”

The door behind her opened, calling her attention back to the present. Her head spun around just enough to see the cloaked figure enter the room, his bare feet padding against the stone tiles.

“Good evening.” His voice was cool like water laced with ecstasy.  Just those two words spoken had her skin itching with desire as his voice was the only other thing in the room that vibrated against the walls and her body.

His tone resonated deep within her body.

Squirming against her bonds, she spoke with a whine. “Let me go.  I’m a Mistress.  This is not proper for me!”

A hand caressed her calf.

Jumping, she tensed but didn’t move.  A mistress had control over her body.

Fingers crept further up the length of her calf.  “Very nice, Jackie.  You’re a very gorgeous woman.  Especially when you’re trussed up like this.”

She strained harder against her restraints in effort to get him off her but it was no use.

He had her bound so tight that the leather cut into her flesh.  Heat pooled around the affected areas.  If she struggled more, she’d cut open flesh and bleed.

Or cum.

The stupid phallus irritated her pussy with every attempt to move.

“While a lesser woman would take the compliment, I’m demanding you release me. It’s policy to—“

A hand landed on her ass, echoing throughout the room and silencing her.

Her head jerked up.  She swore smoke fumed from her nose and her eyes had flames dancing in them.

The hand caressed her backside.  “I did not tell you that you could speak.”

Her body jerked and her breath hitched in her throat.  Ire built inside her, pooling low in her belly and mixing with angry desire.  “You don’t tell me anything.”

SWAT!  Five more spankings landed on her ass.

Throwing her head back, she cried out from the sting.  Warmth radiated from her ass and made lust swirl around her belly.  Her pussy clenched around the phallus in anticipation of more spankings.

The man sighed heavily.  He stood in front of her, waving a finger back and forth.  “No more of this nonsense, Jackie. You are not a mistress anymore. You never were.”

The heavy beat of the music matched in tune with her heart beat but didn’t slow the buildup of aggression rearing throughout her.  “I never identified as anything less than a dominant.”

“See.” he paused.

A hand slapped her across the face, echoing loudly in the room.  The sting of his hand burned her flesh.  Blood rushed to her ears where his hand connected, warming the area instantly.  Tears stung the backs of her eyes.  She sniffled but wouldn’t acknowledge that he’d hurt her.

“That was for disrespecting a command directly. If you’re a mistress, you’d know better.”  Collin’s tone was more than angry.

It was time to shut down. She had no business in this place with this person unless she was on the giving end of punishment.  Let him get his kicks first and then she’ll leave with her dignity in tact.

She sighed.  “Fine.  Let’s get this over with.”

The man stepped out from her line of sight.  “It’s not something we’re getting over with.  It’s an ongoing thing, training you to be the woman you’re meant to be.”

Her mouth hung open at the sight of him.  He’d removed his cloak and tossed it aside with a whoosh, revealing stomach muscles that were meant for nibbling on while she worked her way up his impressive chest with her mouth until their lips met and she shoved him down to his knees to satisfy her need to subjugate.

He took a step forward.

Jackie looked up and down his frame until their eyes met.

There was definitely something predatory about his gaze that reminded her of an animal on the prowl.

She swallowed the lump in her throat.  This wasn’t going to be easy.  But she would steady her emotions and keep everything in check just like she’d been taught to do growing up. The memory of her mother doing her father’s bidding constantly made for a painful one.  She would not lose the control she had spent so much time mastering.

The snap of fingers near her ear brought her back to reality.

She looked at him.  “Collin why are you—“

Two fingers pressed against her lips.

Jackie stifled the urge to bite his fingers.  Or worse yet, suckle them.

Those same digits traced the curve of her frown and caressed her chin.  “You look so pretty tied up and helpless.  I wonder,” he paused and tapped her forehead.

Jackie made an unladylike noise.

Collin retracted his fingers.  “How angry are we at the betrayal of our body?”

Control.  The word echoed in her mind repeatedly.  Inhaling deeply, Jackie let out a slow breath.  “I’m fine.”

Collin laughed.  “Your eyes betray you. How aroused are we?”

He disappeared from her view.  The press of firm fingers along her spine made her arch her back into the board on which she was bound to, sliding the phallus deeper into her pussy.  The extension pressed against her clit, forcing a small moan from her.  She gritted her teeth.  “I’m not aroused.”

“You lie.”  He didn’t bother to be sweet.

Two slender fingers dipped into the crevice of her ass.

Jackie squirmed only to realize it was futile.  Each movement brought her more in contact with the phallus, plunging it deeper into her and spreading her open.  The stimulator on her clit rubbed harder against her nub sending tiny tremors through her.  She wanted to scream, but kept repeating the word control in her mind.

It seemed to steady her nerves.

Jackie chose to focus on the pounding beat of the music thrumming through her body rather than the fact that he’d just slid his fingers inside her sopping cunt.

“You’re soaked.”  His hand splayed out over her cheeks while his thumb prodded her asshole.

“Fine.”  She rolled her eyes and sighed.  “I’m wet.  What are you going to do? Rape me?”

Collin snorted. “As if I’d have to result to asinine behavior to get laid.”  He pulled his fingers from her.

Her body shook from lack of contact.  Nipples puckered against the soft velvet palate beneath her.  Sweat dripped down her brow into her eyes. Jackie scoffed. She heard a familiar sucking sound.  Her chin rose defiantly.  “What do I taste like?”

“Perfect submission.”  He spoke as though it were a matter of fact.

Jackie smirked.  “What does that taste like?”

Collin stepped in front of her again, setting his hands on his hips.  He fixed his gaze on her, narrowing his eyes.

Jackie couldn’t see the colors of his eyes against the florescence.  She simply saw the two beads and shadowed face.  But she felt his presence.  Powerful like a wolf protecting its pack, he resonated that power in him.

How annoying.

The one thing Jackie prided herself on was her ability to pick out other submissive men.  Collin had approached her as one last week though he’d been at the end of a leash held by a very attractive, full figured brunette.  She held pleasure in her eyes as did he at his disposition.

And now he was lording himself over her like he was a god.

Collin stepped back, his feet padding along the stone floor loud enough in the silence between the songs that she could tell that he wore no shoes.  “Oh well.  Time to begin your new training.”

Thumping bass kicked in a military staccato that reverberated throughout the room and through Jackie’s body.  Those little tremors from the phallus inside her sopping pussy increased.  Her breasts rubbed against the cloth.

She cursed herself and her arousal.

Glaring at Collin, she watched him walk away.  The seductive sway of his hips pulled at something low in her belly.  He retrieved something from the wall and brought it into the light.

Her mouth dropped open.  She saw the huge number of tails on the flogger.

He swung it once through the air and it cut with a loud whoosh.

A chill went up her spine in anticipation of where he’d strike her first.

Collin walked back to her and disappeared from her sight again.

She strained her neck to see him out of the corner of her eye just in time to see the tails of the flogger cut through the air and smash into her ass.

She screamed more from clitoral stimulation than the sting of buffalo hide warming her cheek.

She made an attempt to reach back and rub her ass but the leather dug into her skin, reminding her of her restraints.

The whoosh signaled he’d swung again.

Before she could brace herself, the flogger landed on her thigh.

Heat raced from her thigh outward.

She didn’t get time to recover before Collin brought the flogger down on her ass five more times on the one side.

Panting, tears now stung the backs of her eyes.  This didn’t hurt, she reminded herself.  She was in total control of her body and its responses.

Not him.

The flogger came down on the other side of her ass, catching cold skin and shoving the phallus deep inside her pussy.  “Do you like that?”

She moaned in pleasure and agony.

The tails of the flogger trailed lightly over hot skin.

Tingles raced up her body.

The flogger came down again on her back.

Jackie clenched her teeth, straining not to yell or come. She swore she had more control over her body than this, but the flogger swinging against her ass forced her to clench her muscles together around the phallus.

Her hips arched upwards and down one last time before the sensation that had been building low in her body started to work its way throughout her limbs.

The sound of the flogger hitting the floor alerted Jackie to a change.  Crying out from not getting the release her body so wanted, she strained her neck to see Collin wearing an unmistakable grin.

Clapping his hands together, he walked towards her.  Setting a hand on her thigh, he stroked her warmed flesh.

She shivered.

“Very nice.”  Collin ran a finger lightly up her calf and traced a pattern over the back of her thigh.

She squirmed and tried to arch her hips into his touch, hopeful that he’d plunge his fingers or dick into her wet hole.

His voice dropped a few notches.  “I like that you’re responsive.”

The weight of his upper body pressed against her ass.  The wood table creaked with more contact.  His mouth touched her back, tongue snaking out over her skin to lick beads of sweat from her.

He was warm, almost warmer than the redness in her skin from the flogging.  Hot breath blew over her skin.

Tender lips pressed into her backside.

Jackie shivered against him, pushing her hips up to his mouth.  This relieved some of the pressure against her clit.

Sadly, his hand forced her back down on the phallus.

A scream tore from her throat when orgasm hit.  Her body shook and blood rushed throughout her body down towards her wanton hole.  Lips quivered and thighs trembled with the first wave.  Throwing her head back, Jackie cursed aloud.  Her eyes shut tightly. She dropped her head against the padded leather headrest.

The tremors passed after a moment.  Tension fled from her body but she was still irritated. Glaring up at Collin, she saw the satisfied smirk on his lips. When had he moved?

“I see,” his smile widened, “you’re a slave to your body already.  Good.”

She scoffed.

“Has it been a long time?”  His tone dropped when he spoke.

The oily slickness of his voice caressed her body like a satin sheet, smooth and fluid.

She refused to answer him.

Sucking in a deep breath, Collin exhaled slowly.  Stepping forward, he set a hand on Jackie’s head.

She tried to shake off his touch even though her body wanted more contact.  Control, she whispered again.

Irritated, he grabbed her head harder and yanked her to his gaze. “You will recognize me as master before it’s all over.  But fight if you must.”

Jackie’s eyes widened but she quickly forced a neutral expression over her face. She realized she was overpowered.  Fine, as she said earlier, remain in control and get this over with.  “What do you want from me?”

Turning away from her, Collin walked towards the wall.  “Your utter submission to your true nature.  But,” he spun around on one heel, “you’ll fight me all the way I suppose.  Which is fine.  We’ve got time.”

Jackie wanted nothing more than to scream obscenities at him until she was hoarse but realized it wouldn’t do any good.  Just the mere thought of identifying as a submissive made her sick.  But Collin seemed to have the patience of a saint.

Damn him!

And he’d made her cum too.

 

 

Chapter Two

 

Gritting her teeth, she looked at him angrily.  “I am not a submissive.”

He stepped closer.  An eyebrow rose.  “Oh but you are.  You’re a liar and everyone around you knows it. The fact is Miss Jackie,” he spat the words out with a modicum of blatant disrespect in his tone, “you’re a liar and a submissive in denial.”

Struggling against her bonds, Jackie felt ire rise up in her. Bile burned the back of her throat at the way he’d spoken words she’d ignored for the longest time.  Her father always treated her mother like a submissive.  Submissive women were walked on, stepped on. Door mats.  They were useless, powerless.

Collin bent down so that they were eye to eye.  His lips pursed into a thin line.  His voice was a menacing monotone laced with knowledge of what he spoke.  “Ever stop to think that all that control you hold onto so well is causing you pain?”

“No.  No!”  She shouted the words at him in hopes that he’d hear her when they were only two inches away from each other.  “No damnit no!  I am not a fucking submissive.”

Collin stood up fast and slapped her with the palm of his hand.

The pain registered over her cheek before she realized what he’d done for the second time tonight.  Tears stung the backs of her eyes again and threatened to fall down over her cheeks.  She would not show him fear, nor would she show him tears.  Those were reserved for when she was dead.

And even then it was a stretch to see if she’d cry.

Collin rolled his shoulders and relaxed his stance in front of her.

She had trouble staying focused on him with the tears in her eyes.

He drew in another long breath.  “The hardest lessons for us to learn are usually the ones that are closest to the truth.  I’m going to release you in a moment because I have other things to do than deal with whiny bitches.”  He walked around to her side where the flogger was and picked it up.

Brushing it over her skin lightly, he fluttered the tails over her.

Jackie’s body responded to the softness of the pointed tips by breaking out in goose bumps.  A cold shiver ran through her.

He stood in front of her now, a wild stare in his eyes.

She ground her teeth and glared menacingly at him.

“Submission is not weakness.  I’ve seen how you play with your submissives and you mistreat them, make them beg, bring out their true nature even as you abuse them. And yes,” he knelt down in front of her, his brows knitted together in a straight line, “what you do is abuse.  It may not be rape and torture type of abuse, but it’s only giving them half of what they deserve.”

“They’re not lovers for Christ’s sake.”

“That’s right.”  He gripped her ponytail and yanked her head back.

Jackie’s mouth hung open.

His jaw ticked.  He stared directly at her.  “They’re humans who come to you seeking fulfillment on some level.  And you’re only giving them half the equation.  You’re no better than a whore as far as anyone in the Scene is concerned.  Think about it.”

With that, he dropped her head and spun around on one heel.

“You bastard,” she struggled against the bonds, ire coursing through her at being called a whore. “You fucking coward, come back here and free me.  Then tell me I’m a whore!”

The door behind her opened. “It’s better for you to come find me when you’re ready to begin training and start giving.  You’ll know where to find me.”

He sounded angry. What a fool.  She was the one who had a right to be pissed.  She’d just been called a whore and told that she abuses her submissives. “Fucking asshole!”  She screamed at nobody in particular.

Just like that, the restraints eased.  Blood circulated to her extremities, returning feeling she wasn’t aware she’d lost.  Her skin tingled like a million needles had been pressed into her flesh at various points.

She cried aloud in frustration.

A chill ran through her.  When she felt she could move again, Jackie slid off the table, aware that the phallus had been slicked in her cream.  She knew someone would come in and disinfect the entire room to protect against disease but she almost wished she could do it herself just to busy her mind and chase away the nonsense Collin had left her with.

“Fuck!”  She slid off the table and found her clothes folded in a neat pile by the door.  Skirt, boots, panties, corset and a note had been left atop a towel. Rose petals had been strewn about her clothes and the note.

Touching her thighs, calves and ass, she still felt the intense pain of the flogging she’d endured earlier.  She was still in one piece.  Her breasts begged for attention, nipples still taut from earlier agitation

She glanced back at the table and then down at her clothes.  Heaving a sigh, she straightened her shoulders and struggled to find her pride.

She would not walk out of here a submissive.  Nor would she let anyone see her marked thighs though she knew she’d be sore in the morning.

“Ugh,” she clenched her fists and looked at the floor.  She still had to deal with Collin soon.  They weren’t coworkers but worked in the same vicinity and often crossed paths. Though, neither acknowledged the other except here in the club.

Taking one last look around the room, Jackie leaned against the wall to steady herself.  Picking up the towel, Jackie wrapped it around her, covering her breast and hips.  The towel barely reached the tops of her thighs and if she bent over, the entire world would get a show of her still slick pussy.

A quick shower and several minutes later, Jackie had been dressed and heading back to her estate.  Tomorrow was another day.

She hadn’t bothered to read the note but instead stuffed it inside her duffel bag that housed her numerous toys for club night.

When her head hit the pillow, she passed out from sheer exhaustion of the evening.  Her body hit the softness of her bed like a lead weight. All of the pressure from Collin’s biting words would not keep her up.

No ma’am.

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Two BDSM stories

I had a thought recently regarding some of my work. To date, my biggest selling story is Gift of Her Submission and even after I wrote a few more romantic bondage and submission stories, even after two years, the book still sells more than my combined royalties from the previous releases I’ve had through Sizzler Editions. for a book that features some masturbation bondage, wet pussy and a lot of dominance while intertwined heavily with the traditional romance novel plot.

While I like the cover of this book, it’s not my favorite to come out of Sizzler Editions. It does say everything I was trying to convey in the three stories about love and breaking free of the past while embracing a new way of being from a strong dominant.

But the newest BDSM romance that came out two weeks ago, Forced Pleasure just might be the story that captures that magic formula once again.

First off, the cover is to me pretty great. It fits, the women in both stories are bound by old behaviors and beliefs but more so is Francine, the beautiful yet older woman who is trying to control Micah and her Nicholas. But Nicholas sees a need in her and Micah that needs to be acknowledged.

The story came about while talking to my producer about a funny predicament in her life during the latter part of Fall of 2010. Essentially it’s a tribute book to her because I do love her and hopefully even though her story involves an unplanned four way, it hopefully should be an expression of that love.

Just like Gift of Her Submission. Tell me, for those who have read both, what do you think?

Buy Gift of Her Submission
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Bondage in Romance Stories

Restraint is big amongst those with erotic fantasies involving fetish. The freedom in such acts is one that nears orgasm through stifled movements the adrenaline rush that comes from not knowing what your captor will do to you. Incorporating rope bondage into sex play forces both parties to have an intimate knowledge of their own sexual desires and wants. The person being tied up must know their limits, must trust the person responsible for the artwork of being restrained and ultimately grow comfortable with that person on such a deep level as to know that they can trust them.

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In Forced Pleasure, I used restraint differently I still kept the female submissives bound but instead of taking them to a club at first where they had ccess to high end bondage gear, I made the dominants get creative. The excerpt shows Micah’s creativity when it comes to tying up the lovely Francine.

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For a general but brief lesson, the dominant would need to pay close attention to the person he or she has tied up. Blood circulation is a critical factor as limbs can go numb during play. One beautiful advantage is that pain can be incorporated without actually using traditional methods such as spanking or flogging to induce pain, since once flesh is released and blood flow is no longer restricted, it often sends prickling sensations through the skin. If blindfolds or sensory deprivation is involved, a level of control is stripped away from the person being restrained. There are several books on the subject that discuss shibari in depth for those wanting to pursue this ancient art form, but for those who get creative outside of rope bondage, BDSM offers plenty of DYI options ;)

Talk to me about your bondage fantasies! Do you dream of a lover masturbating you (since this IS national masturbation month) while you’re restrained?

Sexy songs in Her Shelter

When I was writing Her Shelter I had just gotten off a Nile/Combichrist/VNV Nation kick that would have put aggressive into anyone. And I mean anyone. Driving beats, pounding rhythms, aggression out the ass! I wanted to continue to write a BDSM story for the Christmas Spirits releases that came out and ultimately, I did. Just not how I pictured it when I stared at the finished product. In fact, I was rather annoyed.

The music changed. I went from technical death metal and aggro-tek to Gothic. Back when I began embracing my EBM roots, I discovered Claire Voyant, and this song:

After you jam the song, buy the book!

Published in: on April 20, 2011 at 4:21 am  Comments (2)  
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Snippet from Untilted Story

For you BDSM fans out there, this is the other novella in Forced Pleasure collection. It’s unedited but I’m working on that now. The summary is that Young Gawith has been with his poly family now for two years after having met Francine (from Forced Pleasure) and being trained by her two dominants. Everything is going swimmingly until he meets Samantha, the submissive of his dreams. She takes him to a new level in their play and has captured that part of his heart he’d left alone for so long.

An accident on his part threatens their relationship as does her unknown feelings about being in a poly family. Can Gawith find the true courage in his dominant nature to give her forced pleasure, and his heart?

“I love her, I think.” Samuel “Gawith” Jones stood with his pipe hanging from his mouth, blowing a puff of G. L. Pease Chelsea Morning into the air.
Francine looked up from her paperwork and met his gaze. “You may. But are you going to do anything about it?
His jaw twitched. That was always the question and still it irritated him. He pulled his bent pipe from his mouth and paced back and forth across the wood floor.
Francine sat at her desk dressed in a loose pair of jeans that showed the rise of her thong when she bent over. Her top, long sleeved dress shirt was black and tucked into her jeans much to Gawith’s chagrin. Her breasts pushed out the shirt and let him imagine though he’d seen them numerous times.
Basic heels completed the outfit. Dark red curls fell on both sides of her face, emphasizing the pretty sparkles of jade green eyes. “You did say she might be open to our style of relationship. She seems special to me if you ditch us for private nights with her.”
He didn’t miss the teasing tone of her voice yet was there an undercurrent of jealousy? Gawith shrugged it off. The poly family he’d become a part of over the last two years had really helped hone who he was, and it made him proud. Francine would have to deal with her issues. Besides, it’s not like she didn’t have two men in her life, already.
Samantha was a special woman. She was nearly as old as Francine and had managed to occupy an empty space in his heart. Where Francine was petite Samantha was tall. Long black hair flowed over slender shoulders and curves that pillowed nicely against his face when they shared a bed.
Her experience as a submissive had helped him see a different side of dominance. She wasn’t Francine, so Samantha’s reactions weren’t predictable.
More to the point, he had no idea how she felt about him. “I don’t know. I don’t know if I’m the right dominant for her.”
Francine blinked. “You’ve been trained well.” She licked her lips.
A delicious shudder raced through him. Gawith smirked. His body had taken quite a beating over the last two years but his reward had been a greater sense of self control over more savage urges in the bedroom. His emotions were easier to manage and he thought more before he acted.
He owed that all to the night he met Francine in the Goth club.
What a memory that was. Surrounded by two definitely potent, very alpha males who allowed him to participate in the ritual that completed Francine’s heart by letting Micah give into her had given him a deeper understanding of his own nature as a dominant.
Well, dominant in training anyway.
The only thing that had been left out of the equation had been a woman who submitted solely to him.
Francine “Are you ready to move on? Are you willing to accept that she may not like a poly family? Or that she can’t handle the weight of your emotions?”
That was the decision he’d have to make. The love and support given to him by not one but two men had been integral to his quick growth. A troubled home life forced him out into the cold, lonely world where he found himself hiding his bisexuality, hiding his lifestyle and basically lying to his friends about who he was.
The other Goths in his group weren’t really into the BDSM scene. Not the way he was anyway.
Gawith took another pull from his pipe, enjoying the weight of smoky latakia mixed with bright Virginia reds and yellows for added sweetness. Smoke billowed around his head and his eyes followed the drift.
Francine waved the thick cloud away and offered a smile.
She’d been a part of his heart since the beginning when he’d met her at that club. He’d worn his heart openly on his sleeve once the sex ended and then shut himself down quickly.
Francine chided him for that. “I don’t need you to love them like I do, but I need you to love me.”
“I do.” He muttered from above her. He remembered how her arms were bound above her head and the smile she wore after he’d just finished filling her again. Her legs had been spread and her body bruised from his mouth.
She licked her lips and met his gaze. There was no mistaking the seriousness in her eyes. “You do but you need to show me. I’m still a woman, Samuel.”
He hated how she called him by name when he fucked up. “I know but…”
“Let me go, please.”
Gawith nodded reluctantly. Carefully, he released Francine’s hands and undid the restraints on her legs.
Francine stretched and rotated her shoulders as though easing tension from her neck. Then she wrapped them around Gawith’s neck. “I’ll only give you something worth dying for, my little Gawith.”
He exhaled loudly. The realization hit him. She was offering her heart to him, just as she had her two Dominants.
Her caring hand was rough in all the right places, and her heart’s capacity for love was obvious with everything she did. They made love that night, but as lovers, not dominant or submissive.
The memory of confusion scored him even now.
A year later, she’d followed through on her promise, even when he found a woman that had to occupy a different spot in his heart. He sighed and sat in the wooden chair next to her desk.
She took his hand. “I know. It’s a tough choice. But we’re here for you.”
He smiled. “Thank you.”
“You know,” she ran her tongue over the bottom of a luscious lip that hardened most men instantly; “She could be a stepping stone.”
She always did that. Played devils’ advocate for his heart. Gawith knew she could be just another in the long line of women that existed, in the Lifestyle just to serve a purpose. But he didn’t want to admit the woman he’d spent a great deal of close and personal time with, a woman who had taken his training to another level, was just a stepping stone.
He didn’t want to search the rest of his life for the woman that would ultimately be his, before anyone else’s. As it was, he felt old. Gawith sighed again.
Francine’s fingers massaged his wrist. “I hate to say it but nothing in this life is certain other than the obvious. If you’re going to go for it, do it all the way, Gawith.”
He shook his head and took another puff of his pipe. “I know.” He stared out the window at the bright sunlight street below. People milled about with their day, not even caring what went on above or around them.
Gawith found them interesting and could usually be distracted by the scene of so many tourists and locals wandering down Market Street.
Not today though.
“For what it’s worth,” she swiveled the chair and gave him a profile view, “if you need to, you’re more than ready to fly on your own, my little Gawith.”
He nearly dropped the pipe in his hand.
“Relax,” she faced him now, crossed her arms over her chest and smiled that sad, lonely smile that told him all he needed to know about her words.
She would make the sacrifice for his heart so he could give Samantha his all.
He started to speak but stopped. Retrieving the pipe tool from the corner of her desk, he unconsciously began stirring the tobacco in his pipe. He tapped the ash out and picked up the lighter and flicked open the top. He stared at it; the jet black finish with a large G engraved on the side of it reminded him of yet another tie to his poly family.
Once lit, he took another pull from his pipe and turned to Francine. “Perhaps we’ll find out tonight when we meet. Are you and Micah coming along?”
She shook her head. “Yeah. I think it’d be good to be there for you in case something goes wrong. The bondage thing is easy obviously but if she wants your mark,” Francine let her voice trail off.
“Say it.” Despite his commanding tone, his eyes still begged.
She met his gaze. “It’s quite delicate for you both.”
He nodded at the memory of their last time together. “Indeed. I had that accident with her and-”
She cut him off. “It was just that. An accident. Nothing in this world is perfect one hundred per cent of the time. She healed, right?”
“She did.” He spun away. The night in question was a mess. Samantha wanted his mark over her breast. She wanted it while they were fucking, which was out of the question, but he could promise her she’d get the mark, bleed and then he’d pound into her his orgasm and give her release.
What started out as a delicate blood play scene with heavy bondage quickly spun out of control when his fingers slicked with blood and the knife slipped out of his hand, cutting very close to a major artery. And he fainted.
Francine waved a hand at him dismissively. “You’re young. Mistakes happen. Learn from them and move on. Give it to her tonight. We’ll be there to watch over you. I promise.”
Gawith growled but Francine was right. Samantha had healed and forgiven him.
He couldn’t forgive the failure on his part. They’d avoided heavy cutting, bondage and more importantly, the little things that made their relationship unique. Hell, it’d been a month since he’d seen her. They talked on the phone but he kept his responses short to any questions she’d asked and he’d tried his best to keep her talking.
He slumped against the chair and stretched his legs. “I hope this turns out okay.”
She patted his hand. “It will turn out for the best. You’ve got a lot to learn still, my little Gawith.”
Closing his eyes, he puffed once again on his pipe and felt tension slowly ease from his shoulders. Francine’s touch was like that, a comfort in the darkness of his world. Samantha took things a step further, bringing him into the light.
Doubt was a killer; he’d learned that in the five years he’d been on his own. It niggled at the mind and derailed the best laid plans. Gawith shrugged and tapped the last bit of ash into the tray on Francine’s desk. “I think I’m going to get outta here early. I need to get ready and you know the time it takes me to dress.”
She slowly released his hand. “Okay hon. Go get some rest. Call Samantha. Tell her you love her and you’ll see her tonight. Then we’ll see if I’m right.”
He swallowed the lump in his throat. Francine had told him on numerous occasions that Dom space could be achieved it he’d only let it. She said often how Samantha could go into subspace a lot easier if he’d only let himself go.
Dom space, that elusive place some dominants went to when they were in mid scene was a euphoric feeling that rivaled orgasm and chocolate. Hell, it rivaled that vintage tobacco Micah had shared with him after their first scene together.
It was hard to beat smooth sweetness that grew more complex with every puff.
Yet Samantha would be the one to bring him there if only he’d allow himself to find freedom without worry.
“Are you going to run from your heart forever, Gawith?’

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FUCK, I’m finished!

Well, sort of. Finally finished “Forced Pleasure’s second story so I’ll share an excerpt here momentarily. I finished this story last week and am letting it rest with one of my beta readers who understands BDSM very well as she’s a very talented spanking bottom and Scene player. She’s also my handler at DragonCon and someone who even though she doesn’t read romance, I respect her opinion because she reads me ;)

The trouble I had with this story was the pacing in the second piece. The breakdown is this. In Forced Pleasure, Francine is hard at work so much that the stress is killing her and she needs release, preferably from her boss, Micah since her boyfriend Nick (also her Dominant) is out of town. The two toy with each other until Micah discards her. She ends up at the local Goth/BDSM club to lose herself in her body and sexual delights only to meet Gawith. He’s practically a babe to her, at the delicate age of 25. She’s got it on good authority that he loves cougars and she aims to please.

Only her Dom and boss show up to crash the party and resolve things.

In the second story, “Submit to Him” (working title) Gawith’s spent time with Francine, Micah and Nick and are all happy until he meets the submissive woman of his dreams. Also older (slightly younger than Francine) and into more edgier play, she pushes his heart body and soul like no other submissive could. Until the night when things go wrong in a blood play scene and Gawith freaks.

Can he recover what he lost before that point and regain control of more than his heart and hers? Or will Samantha see the age difference as something huge?

Couple of things to note in these stories: One, I have two heroes smoking pipes. That’s partially due to my hobby and partially due to the sensory value they can add. No weird sex shit happens with the pipes though.

Second, in the first story, since it’s based on someone I love and admire a LOT, I wanted the bondage to fit her more. And I wanted a more “homemade” feel to the BDSM for those of you reading this who would like to try without having to spend money. Tight tops and skirts are great restraints as it form fitting lingerie ;)

Here’s an unedited excerpt from “Forced Pleasure”

The smoky aroma of pipe tobacco wafted through the air, tickling Francine’s nose. Her boss, Micah had been at work all day and well into the night he’d worked on reports for a client. She’d stayed with him in order to catch up on work she’d missed and ended up forming the nasty habit of working late alongside her boss.
His office was next to hers and the door had been left partially cracked open. The building itself was old enough that the stale, yet reliable scent that let anyone old enough to know that the structure had been around at least 100 years.
San Francisco had plenty of buildings like that.
Francine adored the older architecture and often told her mate, Nick about the fascinating landscape and building styles she saw in the City by the bay.
Nick would laugh and wish he could see the same sights as she, but work kept him away from her. His job as a programming tech took him around the country and gave him interesting stories.
Many of those stories became tales Francine wrote about on a story site she ran in her spare time. No one was aware of her proclivities. If Micah knew he’d have to fire her, much of his business was funded by the religious right.
He didn’t agree with it any more than she did but those nut jobs had money and paid his bills as well as hers.
So, she used her voice to lure strangers, often those of the highest ‘moral’ character, onto her site to give her money that paid for a comfortable lifestyle.
Francine let out a sigh, leaned back in her chair and set her heals up on the oak desk. She crossed her hands behind her head and closed her eyes for just a moment, listening to the sounds of old jazz while pipe smoke slowly filtered in from Micah’s office.
What she wouldn’t give to waltz right into his office, strip him and fuck his brains out.
She needed a break, a bad one.
He’d been working her to the bone for the last few weeks and it was starting to grate on her nerves. Combined with the fact that Nick was never home and her boss was a very attractive man, her hormones had run amuck.
Imagining the norse god of a man running all that thick blond hair over her heated skin made her sweat, the imagined feel of rough fingers caressing her nipples made her pussy weep and breath come in pants.
Even as tired as she was when she finally did get home, she still had to find energy to break out the vibrator, anal plug and nipple clamps while fucking herself to sleep.
In her fantasies, Nick had come home and tied her to the bed in her sleep. He’d stripped off what little clothing she wore and forced her ass up in the air.
Then he’d lube her up and take her from behind while she was forced to suck off her boss.
Light bondage was something she wanted to try with Nick but hadn’t had a chance to yet, he’d not been around long enough.
As it was, they couldn’t keep their hands off one another.
She sighed again and felt the material of her top rub against her breasts.
Micah chose that moment to step into her office. “Frankie, I need some food. Do you want anything?”
She swung her feet off the desk and leaned forward, propping her chin on her hands. The look in Micah’s eyes spelled more than want for food.
Those dark blue eyes held a gleam of something dark that begged her to stand and strut across the room, hike up her skirt and tug him against her with one thigh.
Instead, she looked at him, watched him run a hand through waist length hair he kept loose. It splayed over his chest in contrast against the dark maroon shirt he wore.
Black jeans hugged his hips.
She licked her lips.
He cocked his head to the side, “Frankie, food?”
She shook the lust from her mind and focused on him once more. “Oh yeah. Sure. What did you have in mind?”
He blinked. “Probably sushi or Mexican. There’s that all night joint in the Mission. We can go together, stretch our legs or I can just send out for it.”
She yawned. The aches in her body were starting to get to her. “We should probably go for a walk but what time is it?”
A glance at the clock on her computer let her know it was too late to be in the Mission. “Order out. We can stretch our legs going downstairs and getting the food when it arrives.”
He nodded.
The office on Market had a great view overlooking the street and during the day the sound of the various cable cars could be heard along with traffic and the flowing crowd, especially during the winter holidays.
In fact, Francine slid from her chair in a graceful move that let her stretch and show off a little thigh at the same time. She became very aware of the intense gaze on her.
A quick turn had her facing the window. With one hand she thrust the window open and felt the blast of cold air against her face.
Her nipples beaded in response.
Though she had to wonder, was it from the cold weather or the heated stare on her ass?
A hand landed on her shoulder.
She spun around and found herself staring into Micah’s dark blue eyes. The light in the office made the appear so much darker, like the depths of the ocean. The curve of his plump lips looked inviting enough to bite.
The set of his jaw was firm but his smile was pleasant.
“Have to be careful,” the dark tone in his voice reverberated throughout her body. “the old wood in these windows isn’t heavy but the panes aren’t as solid as newer glass.”
“Oh I know how to handle wood,” she let the innuendo slip out before she could stop it.
He chuckled low, a throaty sound. “Is that so?”
Wetness filled her core. Was he flirting back with her? The depth of his voice sent a shiver up her spine she couldn’t ignore.
His smile softened. “Come on, let’s go outside for a bit of fresh night air. It’s needed. Besides, I need to let the office air out a bit.”
She nodded again. “Yeah it’s a bit smoky even here.” She couldn’t ignore the fact that she could smell him even through the thick Latakia tobacco that clung to him. She wondered what it would smell like if she buried her face in his silken locks while he buried his cock in her.
Again she shook the thought from her mind and focused on something other than the fact that Micah was standing so close she could smell him.
The desk, that was it. The ding on her email client sounded and drew her attention to it, rather than the empowering feel of standing so close to her boss.
“You should be more careful, Frankie. I’d guess that boyfriend of yours isn’t taking care of you very well if you’re this jumpy around a coworker.”
“I doubt you’re the reason I’m jumpy, Micah.” She lied. “Besides, you’ve never been the coworker type. You’re more the…encroaching boss type.” She let the lust drip from her voice in hopes that he’d take the bait.
A perfectly blonde eyebrow rose. “Encroaching? Sounds like grounds for sexual harassment lawsuit I’d rather avoid.”
“Oh please,” she laughed, “a man like you has never cared for the worries of others.”
He chortled and stepped away. “I beg to differ. I care for the right worries.”
Francine fought to avoid a snicker. She’d seen the way Micah was with other attractive women. He’d been the smoothest talker possible, made sure to keep his hair back from his gorgeous face. Long blond lashes fluttered when he spoke about his business to them, and even more when they laughed.
Women had always fallen for him.
Yet he’d pushed them away.
The thought made her wonder.
“Still,” he cleared his throat, “this doesn’t solve our little problem. Come.” He set a hand on her shoulder.
She almost came from the sensation of his hand on her. It wasn’t skin on skin contact but it had been so long since she’d known Nick’s touch.
This was enough.
The delicate way he held her with just one hand oozed power. Hell, just his presence, she believed, oozed commanding.
“Let’s go. Just a few flights of stairs after I order food. You want the usual.” It was a statement.
She nodded. “Indeed.” Micah released her and turned around.
Francine licked her lips. She could practically taste the Latikia.
Maybe it was time for a seduction. Her body needed the release. Her pussy ached for fulfillment in the form of something thick and cream filled.
She was willing to bet Micah had that in spades.
She followed him down the flights of stairs, watching the way his hair swished over hips she’d love to hold while riding him.
The fact was, she couldn’t keep her lustful thoughts to herself. By the time she realized she’d grabbed hold of his shoulder, it was too late.
She found herself staring into his deep blue eyes.
“You want me.”
It was another statement. He was good at stating the obvious.
Her lips were dry and unconsciously her tongue darted out to moisten them.
The corners of his mouth curled upwards in a delectable smile.
She did indeed want him with every fiber of her body.
He lowered his mouth to hers but didn’t quite touch her. “Tell me you want me, Francine. Tell me.”
She didn’t want to admit that, he knew she had a boyfriend she was very much in love with. But her hormones weren’t going to satisfy themselves. “I do.” Her hushed whisper matched his.
“Good.” He backed off and laid one hand on the wall by her head. “Then we’ll settle this. After dinner.”
“But,” she started.
He turned and walked away from her. “Follow along, Francine. This will be more fun if you obey me.”
Her body thrummed in anticipation of what he might have in store for them if she actually allowed him to follow through.
They reached the bottom flight and his heels clicked along the marble floor. Just as she watched him turn the corner, she stopped.
What was she thinking?
She was practically married.
Not like it mattered to her body.
A hand grabbed her wrist and yanked her against the wall so hard it almost knocked the breath out of her.
She started to voice a protest but a pair of lips, hot and heavy, sealed over hers in a very aggressive, delicious way. Hard and fast, a tongue plunged between her lips while fingers dug into her hip hard enough to make her cry out.
Every nerve stood on attention as her eyes widened. She realized that Micah kissed, nipped and nibbled her mouth with his eyes closed.
Trapping her against the way with his body, he pressed himself into her so she could feel the throbbing need between his thighs. His tongue probed her mouth again and stroked hers, caressing it, coaxing it into his mouth.
She gasped into another kiss that left her breathless.
The smell and taste of smoky pipe tobacco had been mixed with caramel and vanilla, probably from the scotch. Underlining the heady adult aromas was the heady scent of male, potent and pure.
Her knees went weak but she urged the muscles in her thighs to wrap around him and squeeze. Hard.
Micah moaned, sending vibrations along her spine.
Her breasts ached, nipples beaded into tight buds that crushed against the fabric of her top. She was wearing too many clothes.
So was he.
Damnit!
Then, he stopped.
She whimpered again and slumped her shoulders, aware of the lopsided grin she wore.
The serious burn in his eyes clued her in on his mood. His arousal was no longer pressing against hers and that was probably a good thing. She wanted badly to jump him now.
“It’s time to get some fresh air.” He turned and pushed his way past the glass door with her in tow.

Your Beta Readers and Market

Most of you know I’m a BDSM romance writer.  Not too long ago, I had an interesting experience.  I met a new friend who loves to read and is kink aware. I had no idea how full a reader she was because we met just recently (DragonCon of 09) and shared a room together for two nights.

She bought two of my books and then offered to beta others for me I have no problem with that since a writers’ greatest tool before publication is the beta reader who is well read.

OMG I didn’t know what I was in for LOL!

When I began reading her notes on my latest BDSM novel (Part 2 of “I Will Submit to You, Master out from Renaissance E-books) I was astounded because her feedback was so insightful to the story. I’m in the middle of going through an upgrade in writing skill so I can hit higher markets. I’ve had beta readers before and they’ve all given me feedback I asked for and some I needed.

Because some of the feedback she gave me was spot on, I’m going to change what needs fixing because said reader has an understanding of the Scene. My question is, is it possible that she’s too intellectual for my current BDSM Market?

I mean, to my knowledge, I only know about a handful of my readers i.e. the ones on twitter and who email me with any regularity. Otherwise, the hundreds who buy my work from Renaissance E-books I never get to see, but judging by other sales figures from other authors in the same genre, I can gather a loose guestimation of what my readers may or may not like.

Many of said readers are fans of another author who writes darker edgier stories that push boundaries even in a BDSM context. (Think the just turned 18 year old catholic school girl who learns to like sucking cock in church) as well as the lighter stuff that I tend to write.

Many of those same readers are romance readers and understand that I’m at heart, a romance author. I just happen to like my romance with whips and chains *g *

The question for me is do I upgrade the style of writing to fix my beta’s issues or do I release the story with the understanding that not all of my readers live in the real life Scene experience? I’m not suggesting that my readers are ignorant but some prefer to live without the knowledge that some of the stuff I write actually happens.

For me, it’s about sales. If fixing these issues is going to give the story more credibility to Scene people and to others who aren’t into BDSM but like rougher sex, then I need to take a hard look at the suggestions and take them to heart.

My advice to you authors: Do the same. If you have a gifted beta reader or critique partner, utilize them to the fullest extent and remember to thank them.

To readers, my advice is this: Give the authors everything you can. We like hearing that you love our work, but we like to know what we did right for you and what you think we could improve upon. Many of you have experiences that we only write about and having your feedback may mean the difference between one more reader or the loss of several hundreds.

Caveat to that: Don’t overdo it :

Sascha Illyvich
http://www.saschaillyvich.com – Sascha’s Secrets…stories so hot they must be whispered
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