This month marked my two year anniversary as a published author and a member of the Total-E-Bound family. Wow! Two years!!!
I'll be honest and admit that it would have seemed unreal to achieve this a couple yaers ago. It started witha dream, and grew into an idea, until after many tries finally finished my first manuscript.
Now any manuscripts later I have published 12 books and have 5 more coming out in the next seven months.
I couldn't have asked for a better start and look forward to adding much more to my resume and bring new and old fans alike some lovable characters.
As a matter of fact, as this anniversary approached I was hard at work on the sequel to my first published book. I can proudly tell you that it will release Dec 6, 2010 right here at Total-E-Bound.
My first book Savage Love was published as part of the Halloween Antholgy Bite Me! It was released in October of 2008. That first baby will always be special to me.
The sequel Fated Love will release in December and bring back Marcus, Kelly, and Alex. The dream team as I like to call them.
In Fated Love we see Marcus's return from the case that he and Alex had just closed. The case that had brought Alex his mate. Marcus longs for someone to call his own and when he returns home... he may have found her.
Here is a blurb from Fated LOve.
Sometimes Fate brings two people together—but it’s just up to them if they let their hearts rule or give into their fears.
Marcus finally makes it back home after the worst case of his career. He’s looking forward to some quiet down time until he senses someone trespassing on his territory. The woman who has learned about his special gift and doesn’t seem afraid of his wolf is baffling and intoxicating at the same time. Marcus is just unsure whether she means harm or way too much good.
Crystal knew the moment she stepped into the swamp and on Marcus’s territory she was where she belongs. Coming from a long line of special women herself, she has no problems with Marcus’s differences. If she could just convince Marcus she is his mate, everything will just be perfect.
When these two come together, the heat and passion fills the room and nearly combusts. Almost perfect… except for the vision of Marcus being killed. Can they work together to figure out who is after Marcus? Or will their Fated Love burn them?
To celebrate I ran a series of weekly contests giving away EBook bucks for one lucky weekly winner a week.
The two previous winners Tracy D and Mary D got their free bucks to purchase the books of the choice.
The Grand prize winner drawn today will receive her $10.00 plus any book from my back log. The grand prize winner is...
Linda tried and tried. never giving up and still being a good sport as the other winners were announced. It's readers like Linda, Tracy, and Mary who make writing a true gift. I'm lucky enough to have so many great fans that I wish I could always run a weekly contest but sadly that's just not possible. But I promise more contests in the near future and want to say a Sincere Thank you to the readers who keep coming back to my books.
It's also a time to say Thanks to my publisher, the workers, the editors, cover artist, and friends and supporters here at Total-E-Bound.
I feel truely blessed to know and share this great life with you all.
Romance on the 'WILD" side...
Twice bitten…once saved.
Despising the sight of blood isn’t a desirable quality for a vampire, never mind an Enforcer, a vampire sworn to protect a sacred talisman from those seeking its power. Couple that with a twin brother who can feel and taste your every sensation and immortality feels more like a curse. Too bad Gabe and Mathias’ troubles have just begun.
When the guardian of their talisman literally falls into their lap, they discover the draw of the pendant goes much deeper than just their pledge. It rekindles their sexual desires, and they’ll use all their vampire tricks to lure Ripley into their bed, and into their withered hearts.
But when Ripley discovers the truth, her life and the fate of the talisman are put to the test. Can the men earn back her trust or will this sunset be their last?
“So why the sudden retreat?” He waved his hand between him and Mathias. “Do we make you nervous?”
“Nervous?” She cringed when a shrill giggle bubbled free. “You make me feel a lot of things that just don’t seem natural.”
Mathias crowded her towards the desk. “Who’s to say they’re unnatural? Do you really need to define yourself by someone else’s conventions?”
“No, it’s just…”
Her voice rasped into a low moan, when Mathias stepped closer, brushing his bare chest against her. She raised her hands, intent on shoving him back, when her fingers brushed across his muscular frame, sending a jolt of desire stinging through her. She thought she saw a flash of blue light fill the room, before her head cleared, and the light faded.
“Careful, brother.” Gabe placed his hand on Mathias’ chest. “We can’t afford to have that damn thing pulsing out our location every few minutes.”
Ripley looked over to Gabe, certain she was completely losing her mind. She had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. To make matters worse, it felt as if her attraction had just doubled. Heat flared inside her, begging her to seek their touch. An image of her braced across the desk, Gabe at her feet, Mathias curled around her back, filled her senses, and she couldn’t crush the soft moan that broke from her chest.
The boys seemed to take the sound as a symbol of hope, and edged closer, surrounding her with their combined scent. It was dark and cool, the way the earth smelt at night just after a rainstorm. She tried not to inhale, but the dangerous aroma wove through her, increasing her need to taste their skin.
Gabe grazed a single finger along her arm. “So you’re not opposed to Sirus’ pleasure rooms. Have you ever played in one?”
She could only shake her head, all too aware of Mathias’ breath across her shoulder. He nuzzled her left ear, lightly licking the shell.
“But I sense that perhaps you wanted to.” Gabe drew her chin towards him with the tip of his finger. “Which room fascinated you the most?”
She closed her eyes, not sure she could face the desire shadowed in his, when his voice caressed the nape of her neck.
“Shall I guess?”
She shivered as his tongue traced an identical path on her other ear. It was hotter than she’d imagined, and she felt her reservations fading. She’d never trusted anyone to fulfil her fantasies, yet these men connected with her on a level she’d never considered. One that both scared and thrilled her.
“We’d never hurt you.” Mathias’ voice whispered across her skin.
Goose bumps erupted in its wake. She forced her eyes open, praying she’d have the strength to keep them at arm’s length, but aware she’d already lost the will to fight. She pressed her lips into a thin line, darting her gaze between them.
“I’m sorry, I…” She tried to find the words to explain, wondering why the thought of leaving them made her chest tighten. “I don’t even know you. I…” A wave of nausea crested her throat, threatening to empty her stomach. She braced one hand against the desk and prayed for divine intervention.
Trust your heart and the rest will follow.
Ripley drew a harsh breath, as she stared at Gabe, hoping he’d heard the ghostly female voice that had wavered in her head, only to curse at the strange expression he gave her. Gabe looked over at his brother, before finding her eyes again.
He sighed, his large shoulders drooping slightly. “I realise this feels strange to you. And it’s obvious you’re not one to jump into bed with a man, let alone two.”
He flashed her a smile that made her knees tremble and her stomach flutter.
“But there are some things that come down to a leap of faith. We’re prepared to jump, if you will.”
She took a deep breath, searching for clarity. There was something in his eyes that made it feel right. She smiled back, trying to hide the way her hands shook as she reached up and traced the strong curve of his jaw, loving how the muscle in his temple jumped at the simple contact.
“I’ve never…” She skimmed her gaze between the two men. It’s not as if she was a virgin, but she had a feeling her ‘vanilla sex’ wasn’t going to prepare her for what they had in mind.
Mathias eased closer, threading his hand through her hair. “So we’ll take it slow.”
Gabe leant in, his warm breath mixing with hers as his lips hovered an inch from her mouth. “How about we make a deal. If by sunset, you still want to walk away, we’ll just make sure you’re safe, then we’ll leave. No questions. No explanations.” He paused, easing impossibly closer. “But I’m hoping you’ll find that your faith hasn’t been misplaced.”
Ripley felt another pulse move through her, dissolving the last of her inhibitions. What possible harm could come from a day of hot sex?
She let the thought soothe her nerves as she smiled at both men. “Sunset it is.”
Whether you love to trick or treat, or you find any excuse to have dinner out that night, Halloween is the official start of the winter holidays. With Thanksgiving just around the corner (for our American friends) and Christmas a mere two months away, Halloween is the start in the almighty rush to the end of the year. I hope you have a happy and safe holiday and remember... if you see a vampire, he might just be your destiny.
The Strength of a Gamma is a MM, BDSM novel and the second title in the Pack Discipline series. It will be available on the 8th November.
Here's the blurb:
Gamma wolf Steffan may have been in love with his best friend for years, but he knows that’s not enough. Francis deserves a more dominant mate, and Steffan intends to make sure he gets one.
Steffan has been best friends with Francis ever since the younger wolf joined the pack after his own parents died. He’s been in love with him for just as long. But when a new beta joins their pack, he knows it’s time to step aside and let Francis form a bond with a more dominant wolf.
Francis has no idea why Steffan’s been acting so strangely since the new wolves joined their pack. When he discovers the truth, he starts to question things he’d never thought to doubt before. What if he has no interest in a dominant mate? What if he could find the perfect partner far closer to home?
Everything is about to change for Francis and Steffan. The only question is: are the gammas strong enough to cope?
And here's a quick excerpt:
Steffan tightened his grip around his shaft as his hand moved more and more rapidly beneath the sheets. The back of his fingers rubbed annoyingly against the underside of his blanket with every stroke, but he still couldn’t risk throwing the covering back.
The night was warm enough that he’d have welcomed the caress of any breeze that crept into his bedroom through the open window, but the chance of another wolf coming into the room and catching him was far too high.
Squirming on the mattress, Steffan pressed his head back into his pillow as his hips thrust up, pushing his cock into the tight channel between his fingers and palm once more.
Biting his lip to keep back a moan, he rubbed his palm across the tip of his erection, gathering the pre-cum that leaked from the slit and smearing it down the length of his shaft. He closed his eyes for a moment and images immediately flooded into his brain.
A smaller, fairer wolf stared down at him, pleasure filling his eyes as he reached out to him. A moment passed, the picture flickered and changed. The same wolf lay naked, sprawling on a big soft mattress. He smiled and beckoned Steffan closer. Another second brought another scenario. Steffan tilted his head back and looked up at the other wolf as the familiar face loomed over him.
Steffan whimpered then, as if the other man’s fingers really were tangling in his hair. A hand failed to hold him still as his head moved against his pillow, but the vision before him still lowered his head until their lips were just a second away from a kiss.
At the last possible moment, Steffan flung open his eyes. Gasping for breath, he pushed the silly little daydreams out of his head as hard as he could, flinging them away from him with all his might.
He stared helplessly up at the beamed ceiling above his bed, but even reality couldn’t kill the fantasy completely. It was still there, tempting him with a quicker path towards pleasure.
A slow blink threatened to turn into something longer. Steffan let out a frustrated little groan. He couldn’t let that happen.
Friction was all he really needed. Steffan knew that. Part of him even believed it. Enough friction against his shaft and he’d come. It was a simple fact of biology. It still took all his strength of will to pry his eyes open.
Those sorts of daydreams had no place in his head—not even in the middle of the night. It would only make things more painful for him in the long run. It was pointless to torture himself.
Steffan repeated all those facts to himself over and over again as his strokes sped up around his shaft once more. It was far better that he should content himself with his own touch and leave a deeper sort of pleasure to other wolves.
Without any warning, a howl cut through the air, damn near loud enough to shake the dust from the rafters. Steffan held back a low, heartfelt moan. The alphas were obviously having a good time that night. He couldn’t bring himself to be surprised. There didn’t seem to be many nights when they didn’t enjoy themselves loudly enough to wake every wolf in the pack.
Reluctantly removing his grip from his aching shaft, Steffan let his hand drop to rest idly next to him on the mattress. Pushing his other hand into his hair, he counted very slowly inside his head. The only important thing now, was to stay on schedule. By the time he reached five he had to have his mind out of the gutter. By ten it was vital that he’d forced his breathing back in to something like a normal rate.
Fifteen seconds counted out, and Steffan made a conscious effort to try to slow his racing heart. Twenty. Right on cue, his bedroom door creaked open. Soft footsteps padded across the bare floorboards towards him. Steffan drew back the blankets, just far enough to welcome the other wolf into his bed, without letting his friend catch sight of his still flourishing erection.
Francis quickly joined him on the mattress. Steffan lifted one arm and welcomed the smaller wolf to rest at his side. Francis shuddered slightly as he curled up against him.
Carefully tucking a bit of blanket between Francis and his cock so the younger wolf wouldn’t notice how hard he was, Steffan encouraged him even closer, trying to make sure he felt as safe and cosseted as possible. His friend quickly took him up on the invitation, hiding his face in Steffan’s shoulder as he snuggled up against him.
Francis had plenty of blankets in his own room. Steffan had checked, and added an extra one to the bottom of the other wolf’s bed, just in case his smaller frame needed extra insulation and he was too proud to ask. Yet his friend still felt cold on the nights the howl went up from the alphas’ room and he came to his friend seeking comfort.
“You know that it was a good kind of howl?” Steffan asked him, as gently as he knew how.
Francis nodded against his shoulder, but the words seemed to do little to reassure him. He huddled against Steffan’s side, as if he was afraid the meagre comfort he found in his friend’s bed was about to be taken away.
Steffan immediately held him more securely in his embrace, wishing he could spoon behind him properly and wrap the smaller man in another wolf’s presence without giving away far too much.
He held back a sigh at his inability to offer his friend that simple reassurance. Francis might be distracted enough that he couldn’t read his scent too accurately, but he’d have to notice a hard cock pressing against his arse.
But at least, he hadn’t let Francis even further into his fantasies this time, Steffan told himself. That was something to be grateful for. At least, he could hold the slightly younger wolf close and offer him what comfort he was capable of without feeling guilty for using him that way.
Thanks for reading!
The strength of a Gamma follows on from The Mark of an Alpha. If you haven't read it yet, just click on the pic below :)
Kink, love and a happy ending. Do you Dare?
It all got me thinking about my amazing and glamorous life, the book signings, the requests for my autograph, the people who can’t wait to hear how awesome it must be to be a writer, the bestseller lists…
When I was eight, all I wanted to do was be a writer. I learned to drink coffee before I was twelve so I could stay up all night with a pen and paper. By the time I was an anguished teen writing (horrible) poetry about unrequited love, I decided it was cool to be a tortured soul. (I was not an obnoxious teenager, I was a tortured soul.)
I kept at it, fueled by coffee and cigarettes (I didn’t inhale. No really. I didn’t. I gagged if I tried. So I valiantly puffed). Oh, yeah, and dreams of stardom.
So…the glamorous life I lead…
My first book signing was a blast! An author who has now gone on to become a New York Times Bestseller was gracious and encouraged others to buy my books as well. I sold out of all my books. (Okay, so maybe ten of them.)
My last book signing, my mom came. And my sister. And my kids, because they were brought, whether they wanted to be there or not.
The last time I was asked for an autograph, it was by a clerk when she presented my credit card receipt. “Can I get your autograph right there?” I was stunned and flattered and uh, actually signed with my pen name, not my legal name. I had to cross out the flowing signature and replace it with the much more pedestrian real one.
Recently a publisher sent me copies of an upcoming release. I went to pick up the package at the post office. The publisher had addressed it to my pen name. Since I’m so well known (did I mention the adoring fans?), I had to go home and get a contract that had my pen name and my legal name on it. Oh yeah, and stand in line again.
Writers love to be asked about their latest book or newest story idea while we’re at cocktail parties. Usually, though, people only ask because they’re interested in telling us that they’re thinking of writing a book. “You don’t say, Doctor Allen. I was thinking about doing brain surgery.”
The bestseller lists are the best. I learned how to do screenshots so I can prove I was there. (Don’t believe me? Check out my website. Yep, screenshot right there.) See, world? I did hit the best seller list. For three and a half minutes. (I have learned not to “refresh” the screen when my name is actually on the list!)
Can’t forget the beautiful clothes. When I write, I wear yoga pants, not haute couture. I forget to put on make-up. And my just-styled hair falls limply into my eyes. And yeah, in desperation, I even go to Starbucks dressed that way, even though I tell myself I won’t.
And, darn it, I’ve become an adult. I no longer drink pot after pot of coffee. I gave up the cigarette habit. And I sleep more normal hours.
Oh yes, the glamorous life. But when I’m interviewed by a national magazine, you can bet I won’t tell the truth. (And surely movie stars don’t look like movie stars all the time. Hey, it’s my fantasy.)
This is my favorite time of year when summer heat slowly fades to the cool nights of autumn. I love watching the brilliant hued leaves of orange, red and yellow flutter to the ground and having an excuse to buy more rum for apple cider and hot chocolate. Yup, I live for quiet nights with a warm drink in hand as I snuggle under a blanket to watch a movie with my sweetie. What would October be without the horror flick marathons on TV?
In honor of the season, I've decided to share my top five horror goddesses!
4. Neve Campbell in Scream- She does a lot of screaming but she doesn't give into her fear. She clocks the bad guys more than once in this movie. She comes across screen vulnerable but tough.
and wield a knife when a faceless madman is trying to kill them. Curtis made me scream along with her and definitely created horror movie memories I'll never forget.
Albert Einstein said it best:
albeit a very persistent one."
Happy Halloween everyone!
Q. Why does a witch ride a broom? A. Vacuum cleaners get stuck at the end of the cord.
Q. What do you call a witch's garage? A. A broom closet.
Q. What do you call two witches living together? A. Broommates.
Q. Why don't mummies take vacations? A. They're afraid they'll relax and unwind.
Q. What is a witch's favorite subject in school? A. Spelling
Q: Why did't the skeleton cross the road? A: He had no guts.
Q. What do witches use in their hair? A. scare-spray
Q. What do you get when you cross a black cat with a lemon. A. sour-puss
Q. What happens when a ghost gets lost in the fog? A. He is mist.
Q. Where did the goblin throw the football? A. Over the ghoul line.
Q. Where does a ghost go on Saturday night? A. Anywhere where he can boo-gie.
Q. What did the skeleton say to the vampire? A. You suck.
Q. Why did the ghost go into the bar? A. For the Boos.
Q. Why was the girl afraid of the vampire? A. He was all bite and no bark.
Q. Why did the game warden arrest the ghost? A. He didn't have a haunting license.
Q. Why didn't the skeleton dance at the party? A. He had no body to dance with.
How can making everyone equal be bad? Because everyone isn't equal. Some people work harder than others. Some are artistic, some can write, paint, work magic with numbers. Others can't.
People are not the same. Period. No, I'm NOT in any way, shape of form denying that denigration is right or moral. We should be able to live in a world where we get along, for the most part. A place where color of skin, gender, religious choice and sexuality are free of bias.
Unfortunately, we live in the real world. Disagreements happen. Arguments occur, but I continue to see the media labeling everything as racist or hateful, when some folks just have to agree to disagree. Just because I may not want a racetrack built outside my house, one that's loud and has a terrible odor from all the exhaust, does not mean I hate all white Southerners. The case of a five year old boy kissing a five year old girl in school is deemed as sexual harrassment. A police officer who arrests two men, one white and one black, is deemed a racist because the white suspect enters the car ahead of the other man. A woman fails to get a job at a prominent corporation and sues for discrimination, discounting the fact that her male counterpart was simply a better fit for the job according to his interview and his resume. (Note: all my examples were fictional, yet derived from stuff I've seen on the news just this past week.)
Where does the political correctness end? Do we now start treating everyone the same no matter their qualifications, age, ability? I'm all for giving everyone equal opportunity, then sitting back and letting them win or lose based on nothing more than their own merit. Sorry, but in real life there are winners and losers, and not everyone wins a trophy.
And what does the fat lot of this discussion have to do with writing?
Everything. It's coming to the point where we need to censor our words when we speak. I've lost count of how many terms I should no longer say without fear of offending someone. I'm not talking about blatant disrespect, but about slang that's okay for some to say, but not others. It's confusing, and it becomes a hot topic when writing, because my characters, like me, aren't into being PC, but my readers might be. So do I censor myself, or don't I?
I'm white. I've written heroines who aren't. I'm a woman. I've written about men. I don't insult my characters, but I don't sugar coat their lives either. If I've offended someone who doesn't like that my character proudly states she's black, so be it. If making an Asian man gay is offensive to another reader, I'm sorry, but don't read my book. If reading frank sexual language to describe what goes on between people engaged in sex offends, you're clearly reading the wrong author for you.
While I don't tolerate putting others down because of their race/gender/orientation, neither will I stand for others telling me how to write because it's not politically correct. I'm writing fiction, and I'm not calling anyone any names. You don't like it, don't read it.
Believe it or not, I'm not writing this as a rant in response to anyone, but as a response to some of the crap I've seen on TV lately.
My two cents on this Friday. Peace out.
I was busy last week cruising the internet for tattoo photos to go with my November Kaenar Unkovered for the next issue of the Total-E-Bound monthly newsletter. It’s so easy to get totally carried away when you go looking for anything on the world wide web. I found way more photos than I needed so I decided to use the rest of them for this monthly blog post. If you want to see the others, check out Kaenar Unkovered when the newsletter goes live November 1st.
I’m always amazed at the tattoos people choose. Some tattoos seem to worship the human body while others desecrate it. I’ll show you some of each.
I’ll start with the ‘why the heck would you do that to yourself’ tattoos. Do the bearers not realize that when a tattoo is placed on their body it is going to be permanent?
“Hi, I’m here to apply for the job as assistant manager of your bank?” (I don’t think so.)
“Mom, Dad- meet my new boyfriend.” (Not in this lifetime.)
“I think I’ll pretend my arm was ripped off and sewn back on. The chicks will love it.” (You’re kidding, right?)
“Oh man, all the guys at the bar are going to think this is so cool. And so am I.” (Give your head a shake.)
Okay, folks-you put a comment to this one. (Game of life, anyone?)
“Wait until my friends see my cool tattoo.” (How could anyone think this is cool?)
“I want everyone to know I’m a computer geek.” (You probably don’t need a tattoo for that.)
Now the line of taste begins to blur. What I think is neat or amazing, someone else may think is horrible. Here are some tattoos that I think are worth a second look, even just to contemplate the sheer guts needed to sit long enough to have some of these huge tatts inked into the skin.
This is Sephiroth, a character from Final Fantasy VII.
As authors, readers, and lovers of books, surely we can, in some way, appreciate a tattoo such as this.
Can you guess which famous sports figure decorated his torso with this tattoo?
Sleeve tattoos are very popular.
Full back tattoos are popular as well.
We have angel wings.
So that’s my quick look at some of the tattoos I found. There are lots more, especially some adorning gorgeous male bodies, in the next Kaenar Unkovered.
Check out Indulge Me, my latest book from Total-e-Bound, available in ebook, audio and print as part of the anthology Naughty Nooners.
See you next month and stay naughty,
Tales to seduce and entice…
I was reading through my inklings (first idea) notebooks. As I read I could remember what I meant for that first idea. My mind filled with all the feelings I was having when I came up with the first inkling. From sad to overjoyed. It was such a journey of writing. The first inkling notebooks is a place I go when I’m working on a new concept. It gets my juices flowing. Makes my creativity go into high gear.
Ever so often I take one of those inklings (first ideas) and make it into a story. That is what I’ve been doing lately. Working one of my inklings (first idea) into a story. I’ve been having fun playing with the inklings (first idea). I think I have the right story to go with my inklings (first idea). I plan to let it get a more fully formulated before I start writing. I’m excited about it.
No matter what you creative pursuit – crafts, drawing, writing, songs and so on there is always that inklings (first idea). The first thing that gets you started. When you see the finished product for your inklings (first idea) it creates a sense of accomplishment. And to think it all started with a simple idea. After all simple is best.
…increasing the sizzle factor
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By Lisabet Sarai
Much of my erotic fiction includes aspects of dominance and submission -- partly because that's what pushes my personal buttons. One of the most perplexing aspects of BDSM, for people without real world experience, is the question of how pain could be arousing. In a consensual BDSM scenario, both the dom and the sub supposedly enjoy what's going on. But how could activities that hurt be enjoyable?
The answer to this question is multi-faceted. At the biological level, there is significant evidence that sexual arousal changes pain thresholds and pain perception, although the mechanisms underlying these changes are not completely understood. Both hormones (epinephrine and norepinephrine) and endogenous opiates ("endorphins") are believed to play a role. Thus, experienced dominants will often "warm up" a submissive, starting with less extreme pain and mixing it with sexual stimulation, before moving to more painful activities. To put it succinctly, when you're horny, things don't hurt as much!
Meanwhile, there are many psychological factors that motivate a submissive to accept or even desire pain administered by the dominant. One aspect involves conditioning. When painful and pleasurable stimuli are experienced together, the sub "learns" to associate pain with pleasure. For example, the bottom may be penetrated with a vibrator (normally an arousing activity) while being whipped. Eventually whipping alone may evoke a sexual response.
The submissive also derives emotional satisfaction from the notion that the master is getting off, even though the dominant's pleasure may require the sub to endure significant pain. Every relationship is different, but this aspect of submission -- devotion to the dom and dedication to pleasing him -- was one of the most potent aspects of my own BDSM experience.
Still, the cut of a cane, the sting of a crop or the burn of melting wax don't stop being painful, no matter how much you love your master. I remember introspecting once, in a scene that involved rubber bands and a wooden ruler, thinking "What am I doing? Am I crazy? That hurts like hell!" Yet I didn't tell my master to stop. I didn't want him to stop - far from it. The pain somehow just pushed me higher - I wanted more intensity, not less.
I started out trying to explain the appeal of pain in a D/s context, but I find that at its heart, it truly is a mystery. Maybe it's just something you have to experience. Or perhaps you can understand, a bit, if you can identify strongly enough with a fictional heroine. Here's a snippet from my story "The Understudy", in the upcoming anthology Master Me:
“You’re late.” He didn’t rise to greet me.
“I’m sorry, sir…I fell asleep.” Desperation clutched at my throat at the notion that I had displeased him.
“Excuses will not help you escape punishment.”
“Punishment?” A thrill rippled through me, of fear or desire, possibly both.
“Come here, Sarah.” He patted his lap. “I hadn’t planned on spanking you so soon, but you give me no choice, do you? I need to teach you. If you are going to be mine, you must obey me completely—or face the consequences.”
“Um—yes, sir,” I mumbled as I stretched myself across his body.
I couldn’t believe that I was doing this, willingly it seemed. Gripping the chair arm, I leant my cheek against the upholstery. He was so much bigger than I was. My chest, belly and thighs rested on his lap. My lower legs hung awkwardly on the other side, toes just touching the floor.
His flesh was warm under his slacks. I could feel the muscles shift as he adjusted my position. His scent tickled my nostrils, summer sweat and expensive cologne intermingled. I could smell my pussy, too, ripe and salty, announcing my brazen arousal. He flipped my skirt up over my back, exposing my panty-less bottom.
“I do like your attempts to follow my instructions,” he commented, his voice softer and more intimate.
He brushed his hand across my bare butt. Every contact between his skin and mine struck sparks.
“You’ll learn better how to please me over time.” He dipped a sudden finger into my sopping cleft, gathering my juices, and chuckled. “You’re remarkably wet, Sarah. You want this, don’t you? You want to feel the sting of my palm on your ass.”
I thought I’d die of shame. I burrowed into the cushions, hoping the question was rhetorical.
He dabbled his fingers in my cunt, making me squirm. “Well? Answer me!” He pinched my butt hard.
“Ow! Um—I can’t…”
His gentle fingers stroked my hair, working out the tangles. “Tell me, little one,” he practically whispered. “Don’t be afraid. You can tell me the truth. Do you want me to spank you?”
That hint of tenderness broke me. “Yes,” I moaned, as he plunged deeper into my pussy. “Yes, please…”
Without warning, he withdrew his fingers from my sex. I didn’t have time to cry out at the loss of contact.
I heard the smack an instant before I felt the sting of his palm meeting my ass.
He slapped me again, on the other cheek. The site of the first blow pulsed as the sharp pain morphed into something quite different. Tendrils of sensation blossomed, travelled, twined their way around my clit. His hand landed again, near the first spot, amplifying both the pain and the pleasure.
“Ouch! Ow! Oh—ow!”
He spanked me harder and faster. Each slap hurt more than the one before. Each brought the seething cauldron in my pussy closer to a boil.
“Ah! Ow! Ow, ow...argh!” My bottom was on fire. I jerked each time his hand connected.
He paused. “Should I stop?” The mocking knowledge in his voice made my face burn as hot as my bum.
“Um—no—well, it’s up to you, sir.”
“I suggest that you not cry out so loudly, then. The walls in these old buildings tend to be thin. Maybe I should gag you. Would you like that?”
I had a terrifying vision of my mouth stuffed with one of his monogrammed handkerchiefs, unable to cry, scarcely able to breathe. My pussy clenched and flooded at the image. I shook my head, stripped of every remaining shred of pride.
Fortunately my gesture was enough to satisfy him. He resumed his assault on my ravaged buttocks, each smack more vicious than the one before. I writhed in his lap, my mouth pressed against the cushions to muffle my yells, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. I raised myself on tiptoe, trying to escape his inescapable blows. I couldn’t help myself. He forced me back down without breaking his rhythm.
It seemed to go on and on. After a while, I found myself floating in a throbbing crimson haze. The bite of his blows seemed far away. My cunt felt heavy, swollen, ready to burst, but there was no urgency. I was willing to lie there forever and be punished, for as long as he thought necessary.
Very peculiar indeed. But don't knock it until you've tried it.
Today we're going to talk vampires, sexy vampires who will give you an orgasm before they suck your blood so it's better for you, better for them and best of all you don't end up dead.
Yes Book Two of the Point Vamp Series comes out on Monday 18th October and although Hugh, the sexy vampire from my first book only appears once you will not notice a lack of hot vamps because some new boys are in town.
Here's the Blurb!
Josh is a vampire he just doesn't quite know it yet.
He is confused and his voluptuous sire, Cara is far too busy being mysterious to really help him unlock the secrets of his Afterlife. However, he pieces it together by himself and decides to turn his best mates into Vampires too. This doesn't quite go to plan but he does discover The Point and its unique, ten-second rule.
Cara does not approve of Josh visiting The Point but that night she turns up at his door bloodied and much more dead than usual, and accepts Josh's help to escape from her much older and much crazier Sire Leopold. How is Josh going to defeat an older, wiser and more powerful vampire? He hasn't a clue but for Cara he is willing to find out.
Josh was great fun to write, I'm sure you'll all love him. I enjoyed writing the process he went through to find out he was a vampire. He's a good lad is Josh but he does have some mad cap ideas sometimes like the plot he comes up with to change his two best mates into vampires too. He doesn't want to watch them fade away and die. Problem is he just goes ahead and does it and both friends end up understandably pissed off.
Also, if you've ever wondered wether vampires do Christmas you can find out in Stopping Point. You'll find out exactly what kind of presents they like too and surprisingly it's not just a blood orange they want in their stocking!
So on Monday you'll be able to pick up your copy of Stopping Point. You can read it out of order but it is recommended that you read The Point first just to get more sexy vampires really.
Talking of which, I have news of how you can read all about two exotic and very hot vampires and do it for free, which is my favourite price of all, I bet its yours too!
I was blessed enough to get into the final 32 of the Just One Bite Contest at All Romance Ebooks 2 weeks ago with my story First Time Fang Bang. As you can tell from the title it's about vampires, two f them in fact and one not so incredibly innocent human who ends up partying with them both at The Point. It's a scorching hot vampire threesome and comes in at just under 3k words.
I have had an overwhleming response to my calls for votes and have gotten through two rounds of voting already and now I am in the last 8 stories and would love to go even further, all the way to the final if I can make it.
So, I am asking you to pop over to the Just One Bite Competition Page and to read First Time Fang Bang in Pair three and then I would be thrilled if you'd vote also! When you have voted if you email me victoria @ victoria blisse. co. uk (no spaces) and tell me you've voted I will send you two Blisse short stories for free!
And if my votes reach the 300 mark or higher I will put all the names of those who've voted for me in a hat and will pick out one winner to receive a print copy of the Over The Moon anthology signed by me!
Thanks in advance for voting! I hope you've enjoyed my vampire filled post today, I'll see you again next month!
It's there I met my first publisher, but that's a whole nuther story. This story is going to be about what was, and still is, very fondly known as flashers. When I first joined, these tiny morsels were only supposed to be 100 words long. Each flasher had to be a complete story with a beginning, middle and end. I believe the word count has been increased to 200, but I actually never got into the longer version. I really love trying to get a story into 100 words. It's not easy, trust me.
I thought I'd share a few with you here:
© Jude Mason
Time is of the Essence
Now, for a little promotions. Jenna Byrnes and I have just had a book released with Total E-bound and we'd both love it if you'd take a look. Enjoy TRAPPED:
When his wife and were-mate becomes the victim of poachers, can Gareth save her before their secret is discovered, or, will they both be trapped?
Gareth and Sienna are a normal, crazy-in-love married couple, who just happen to become werewolves with the full moon.
When a trio of poachers captures Sienna, Gareth does everything in his power to free her. But he knows rescuing her is not enough. If the poachers are not brought down, the very existence of the were species could be in jeopardy. He hatches a plan in which the hunters become the hunted.
Will they take the bait? And who will be trapped?
“Sienna, quit it.” Gareth shifted around, trying to dislodge his lady’s fingers from under his arms. He was incredibly ticklish, and she loved to torment him, especially when he was trying to watch a movie she didn’t particularly want to see. She liked her romance, he preferred action.
Tendrils of long, dark auburn hair slapped his face as Sienna straddled his thighs. “Make me!” She dug her fingers in deep, sending him into new fits of laughter.
“Damn, woman, stop it before I have to paddle your ass.” He grabbed her by the forearms and held her hands down. It took him a moment to catch his breath, and when he did, he leaned forward and ran his stubbly chin across her chest. The pale orange tank top didn’t do a thing to protect her from his day’s growth of beard, and she yelped her surprise.
“Ouch, Gareth, jeeze!” She twisted, trying to break his hold on her and failed.
“You’re not going to let me watch my movie, are you?” He nipped at her breast through the thin cotton. The soft mound pressed against his face, his nose flattened, and he inhaled deeply, taking as much of her scent as he could. She smelled amazing. Woman and animal, lust and the unmistakable aroma of desire filled his nostrils.
He suddenly wanted her. Fingers tight around her arms, he pulled them high overhead, delighting in the curve of her body. He nuzzled harder against her breast, his teeth sinking into the taut nipple. Her moan urged him to the other side where he bit and chewed on its twin.
“Movie? What movie?” she moaned in a husky whisper.
She arched her back and shoved her hips forward, grinding into him. The sweet, musky scent of her cunt rose, and in moments, his temperature soared. His cock throbbed to life, pressing against her barely covered sex, the baggy cotton shorts giving him glimpses of the curly, dark pubic hair he knew adorned her plump folds.
“No movie. Hold on.” Gareth slipped his free arm around her body and got to his feet. He released her arms, and they instantly went around his neck, her legs around his waist, gripping him. Holding her ass tight, he staggered towards their bedroom, ignoring the blare of the TV behind him. They passed a large window, and when he glanced outside, he saw the sky darkening.
Soon, the moon would rise.
His heartbeat raced even faster. His skin itched.
Sienna dragged her fingers across his back, sending a new shiver of excitement straight to his cock. It pulsed against his jeans.
Gareth kicked the door open and took a couple of staggering steps into the room, stopping when he felt the bed bump his shins. He lowered Sienna onto the soft covers and stepped back. He turned and walked to the nearby window and pushed open the curtains. Trees lined their small backyard. There was plenty of light left to illuminate their room, and he was smiling when he turned to face Sienna.
“Come here, sexy brute,” she murmured, reaching out for him. She lay on her back, her legs bent at the knees, her feet flat on the bed. Her nipples were erect, the tight nubbins like tiny buttons pressed against the cotton and pointing directly at him.
He strode to her, stopping at the foot of the bed. “Yes, ma’am. You wanted something?” Gareth swayed his hips side to side then thrust himself forward.
“Yeah, you.” Sienna lifted a foot and placed it over the bulge at his crotch. “And this.” She manoeuvred her foot around, stroking him through his jeans.