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Welcome, glorious beings! I hope the day finds you well, because today…we have a special guest! Say hello to Raven Dark, provider of last week’s Friday Fun post, writer of erotic romance, and especially BDSM erotica!
Who is Raven Dark? As a young girl she dreamed of being abducted by a savage alien warrior, whisked away by a brutal pirate, or rescued by a cape-bearing hero. When none of these men came to claim her, she brought them to life in her stories. Then twelve years ago she met the man of her dreams. He doesn’t wear a cape, fly a spaceship, or wield a sword, but sometimes she swears they’ve mind melded.
Currently, Raven lives with her dream man and their one cat that thinks she’s a dog in the Mundane world’s version of Ontario, Canada. When she isn’t working on her latest erotic romance novels and crafting interesting worlds in which to set them, she’s spending too much time with friends, feeding her Youtube addiction, or curled up on a couch watching favorite shows with her future husband…
But today, she’s here to share a bit about her upcoming full length debut novel, Unlawful Desire, and give us some insight into why she writes!
From The Author’s Pen…
I’m often asked why I write erotic romance and BDSM, but especially BDSM. It’s difficult to define what draws me to this genre because every story I write is different, but I can tell you what drew me to write Unlawful Desire, the book that just went live today.
Over the few years I’ve been writing and reading BDSM, researching into the lifestyle, I’ve noticed an alarming misunderstanding surrounding the genre. Specifically the view a lot of people have, that BDSM’ers enjoy abusing or hurting others, or they like being abused.
This is simply not true. There are practitioners who are into pain or humiliation, but properly done scenes come with informed consent and a safeword, safety protocols that an abusive relationship doesn’t have. Abuse is about power, whereas BDSM, when done correctly, is about fulfilling a fantasy both parties are into. Plus, humiliation, pain, those aspects of BDSM are only a small portion of a much broader world. The misconception is so prevalent it boggles the mind. I’ve lost count of how many times people have asked me why I like writing about “freaks who like abusing others.” Or why a strong, independent woman would want to “let a man abuse her.”
When Unlawful Desire’s plotline came to me, I saw the perfect opportunity to incorporate the misconceptions that surround the lifestyle through the hero and heroine’s experiences.
As a professional Domme and former sub in the small town of Clayton-Moss, Annabella (or Ella, as everyone but Rock calls her) deals with this exact misconception every day. Having found out about it when Ella suffered an accident from a scene gone bad, her family disapproves of her kinky lifestyle, and they make no bones about it from the very start.
Simply because of his involvement in BDSM, they see Rock, her ex and former Dom, as an abuser, and Ella as being too blind to see what he was doing to her. Because Ella is also the daughter of one of Clayton-Moss’s founding families and the future heir to the town’s major real estate business, she’s a predominant figure. She deals with the same problem a lot of people face, knowledge that most of the people around her won’t understand her lifestyle choice, so it’s vital she keeps it under wraps. Especially with someone trying to blackmail her out of her empire.
On the surface, Unlawful Desire is an erotic romance about a couple getting a second chance at love, while teaming up to overthrow a greedy land developer who’s trying to take over Ella’s father’s empire. But there is a deeper underlying theme which I think makes this story stand out.
A lot of people become scared the first time they fantasize about their partner tying them up, thinking they’re wrong in the head. Even with how much more awareness there is toward kink these days, people fear they’ll be labeled sick or demented.
I’m hoping readers, especially ones who question their kinky side, will take away from the book an understanding of themselves. Individuals who into BDSM are not weird or sick, they don’t need curing, and they aren’t monsters. They’re normal, everyday people who come from all walks of life. A healthy fantasy life is not only beneficial, but chances are, everyone has at least one, even if it’s on the mild end.
This theme is only touched on in the first book, but each novel within the Men of Clayton-Moss series (each of which are stand-alone and deal with a different couple) is intended to delve deeper into the problems that arise from ignorance and stereotyping, as well as what happens when people prey on our fear of the unknown.
Overall, I love writing erotic romances because they tap into something so many women want, and don’t see enough of in real life. Happy endings and falling in that forever kind of love. But when it comes to the BDSM, at least with Unlawful Desire and my Men of Clayton-Moss series, I wanted to offer up something more than the standard fair. I wanted to open people’s eyes and tell those who might need to hear it, they are normal. They are worthy of love, and there is someone out there for them who will understand.
Thank you Belinda for having me, and for giving me this chance to talk about my baby!
From the back cover: Their deepest secret could be their destruction…or their salvation.
Curvy ex-submissive Annabella Clayton has no problem taking charge in the boardroom, or the bedroom. But as the future head of a major real estate empire in the small town of Clayton-Moss, she has to keep her life as a Domme under wraps. When greedy land developer Jake Scalder threatens to ruin her father’s business any way he can, she knows her BDSM lifestyle would cause just the kind of scandal he needs. Her only chance to save all that she and her father have built is to team up with gorgeous, relentless lawyer Rock McCarthy. Trouble is, Rock’s also her former Dom, and the man she let walk out of her life six years ago.
While scrambling to expose Scalder’s corruption, their passions reignite, burning hotter than ever. Rock reawakens the hunger for his dominance Annabella’s buried for so long. But while he drives her deeper into his addictive world of rough fantasy, their enemy draws closer to discovering their forbidden secret. Can they take Scalder down before his plans succeed? Or will he destroy Annabella’s reputation and tear her and Rock apart forever?
Warning! This book contains a BBW heroine who likes filthy talk and being called names in bed, plus a broody lawyer who’s happy to oblige. There are a few mild, brief ravishment scenes that are clearly role-play, but if you have triggers, please do not buy this book!
Excerpt: “Funny, I heard mention of a Mistress E. from one or two of the men at the club, but I never dreamed it would be you. How long have you been switching?”
“I don’t, not really.” She looked away. “I don’t sub anymore.”
“Nope.” A leaden sensation settled in Rock’s stomach as she got up from the couch and walked across the room to the window. She worked her hands over her lower back. From pain, or just a nervous habit?
He stood and followed her. His hands itched to work free the tension in her shoulders “Why did you stop subbing?”
“That’s a long story. I don’t want to talk about it.” She bowed her head and he could hear the pain in her voice.
Who hurt you? Protectiveness for her rode him hard but he forced himself not to press. “All right…” He bit back the urge to call her “girl,” the way he had when she was his. He had no claim to her now. If what she said was true, he never would again.
She turned to him. “I’ve asked you twice, more than I ever ask a man anything Rock. Why are you here?”
A smirk pulled at his mouth, heat spreading through his cock. “Nice dominance, Annabella. Too bad I don’t submit.”
“Nope.” He wasn’t turned on by having a woman take control of him, but the possibility of fighting her for dominance made him hard as steel.
“Too bad you aren’t mine anymore. If you were, I’d tan your hide exactly like I used to when you stepped out of line.”
Her teeth flashed in a stunning grin. Despite what she’d said about not subbing anymore, he couldn’t mistake the heat in her eyes at his words, or the way she lowered them a fraction from his before her chin jerked back up.
“You still haven’t answered me.”
“And now I’m not going to. This is too much fun, watching you deal with a man you can’t command.”
“Ugh.” She spun to the window and he thought he heard her wince, her back tensing. “You’re as much of a jackass as you were six years ago.”
This time he couldn’t resist setting his hands on her shoulders and massaging them gently. His chest hitched when he felt the thick layers of tension there and the quivering breath she let out.
He put his mouth close to her ear. “You all right?”
“Why did you come back?”
The tightness in his chest loosened. He turned her around and cupped her face. “I’ve missed you, Annabella.”
Something flickered in her eyes, but he couldn’t define it. She didn’t speak, but lay her hand on his cheek. Did that mean she missed him, too? God, he couldn’t let her leave now, never knowing where things could have gone.
“Have dinner with me tomorrow night.”
She drew a shaky breath. “I can’t.”
“Why the hell not?”
“You know it can’t go anywhere. You are a Dom all the way and I can’t give you what you want. Not anymore.”
For this week’s Friday Fun, we have another guest! Say hello to Raven Dark, who’s stopping by with an excerpt from the first part of her completed “Teach Me” series, Doing Wright.
(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)
From The Back Cover: 19 year old Jacy is a college girl with a wild and wicked streak. She’s always had a penchant for older men, so it’s no surprise she’d fantasize about being taken by her professor in every possible way. Then again, her imagination’s always gotten her into trouble.
When the sinfully gorgeous Mr. Wright shows up at her door one night, she’s sure she can tempt the brooding alpha male into taking control and claiming what he needs, but at what price?
He’ll give her a night she’ll never forget, but she’s been to this party before with disastrous results. Will their tryst be the best night of her life, or the worst mistake she’s ever made?
Someone pounded on the front door and Jacy jumped. Who would be knocking on her parents’ door this time of night?
Downstairs, she looked through the glass in the door. Her breath caught, heat spreading through her like lava. Professor Wright stood on her front porch, holding up her schoolbag.
Jacy opened the door.
“You left this behind. Again, Miss Davidson.”
She swallowed. He was here. Standing right in front of her in all his glory. His dark blond hair glowed golden in porch light, and he took up the whole doorway. Even with that permanent scowl, like he was always on the verge of slamming a ruler on a desk, he was still delicious. In fact, that cool, hard look only made her wonder how his palm would feel smacking her backside.
Crap. Already, her mind was spinning, trying to come up with a way to get him in her house. Anything to end up alone with him.
Before she could say something catastrophically stupid, Jacy snatched the bag out of his hand. “Th—thank you, Professor.”
For an instant, their fingers brushed and heat raced up her arm. The electricity only underscored how dangerous it was for her to be around him now. She stepped back from the door, ready to shut it in his face.
“You might want to consider another excuse to see me, Miss Davidson. Leaving your bag behind three times? You’re getting obvious.”
Jacy’s jaw dropped. Mortification and indignation tore into her. How dare he! She hadn’t left her bag on purpose just for an excuse to see him. She hadn’t. Had she?
“It was only twice, sir. And don’t flatter yourself. I’m a busy student. I forget things.”
His eyes danced with rare amusement. The curve of a smile on his well-shaped mouth almost looked out of place. It gave him a charming, roguish look, much less imposing. Her bare feet curled on the tile floor.
“Right. See you tomorrow in class. Nice dress, by the way.”
Jacy huffed at his arrogance. The compliment sent an unwelcome shockwave through her. She would have shut the door on him, but her indignation wouldn’t allow him to walk off without cutting him down to size.
“You’re the one who drove an hour out here to drop off a student’s bag. Are you sure you didn’t just want to see me, sir?”
Holy shit. Had she actually said that? Ground, swallow me now.
But Wright turned and that curve on his mouth deepened. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Miss Davidson?”
She stared. It wasn’t a denial. His gaze took in her shape, the way the bodice of her dress cupped her generous breasts, the way it flared at her curvy hips.
She needed to say something, anything to slice that arrogance in half, but nothing came.
“Good night, Miss Davidson.”
Son of a bitch. Her muscles coiled tight with every step he took down the stairs. She pushed out a breath.
“You came here for more than my bag, Professor, and you know it.”
A soft chuckle drifted up from him. Then he turned and stalked back up the steps, stopping so close she could feel the heat of him. He loomed darkly over her.
“Get inside, young lady.”
When she lifted her chin, he leaned in, so close his breath fanned her face. It smelled faintly of the peppermint gum he always had on his desk.
“It’s not safe for a girl like you to be out here at night. The big, bad wolf might eat you.”
Want more? Pick up Doing Wright here!
This week, I’m sharing a bit of steamy Sunday fun from a new guest! Welcome author Jamie Steele, who is sharing a bit from their new release, Provocateur.
Author Bio: Jamie is an international author of mystery. Originally born in the quiet country of New Zealand Jamie packed their bags and headed towards the bright lights of London.
Published author by night and superhero by day Jamie is always up to no good.
Come read Provocateur and enter the mind and world of London’s underground.
Instinctively, Carter’s hips widened, as he pressed himself higher, pushing his crotch closer to Brandon’s and allowing the other man to sink into the space, as his hands once again crept further down his body. He felt Brandon’s soft hands work at the button of his jeans, a fingertip, a knuckle, grazing against his smooth belly. Too slow, Carter thought as he pressed against his touch again, more desperate this time, Brandon’s thumbs tracking the deep V above his hips.
With deft movement, Brandon lifted Carter’s ass, and slid down his jeans. His mouth pressing lightly against the large bulge in Carter’s boxer briefs, teasing him through the fabric. “Please” he heard Carter moan underneath him. Agonisingly slowly, he freed Carter, sliding his underwear down his legs and off before running his hand gently down his silky cock, hard beneath his hand. “Impressive” he whispered against the the skin of Carter’s belly. Swirling his tongue over the tip, he felt Carter raise his hips to meet his mouth. With a burst of speed, Brandon moved faster, taking more of Carter into his mouth. His tongue swirling patterns against him, sucking gently. With one hand focused on the task at hand, Brandon fumbled with his own belt, unable to take the constrains of his own clothing against him.
Carter was on fire, with the loss of his sight, every sense was intensified a hundred times. When he felt his cock enter the warm, wet heat of Brandon’s mouth, his control slipped. His hips bucked to meet him, Brandon’s tongue gliding over him with expertise. He was desperate to touch him, to feel the heat of his skin on his hands. To feel the softness of Brandon’s skin against his, to stroke what he was sure was a fantastic cock. To taste him again. He could hear the distant rustle as Brandon freed himself from his own clothing.
Want more? Try this teaser of next week’s Friday Fun, from my own new erotic short, Otavia In October!
Otavia licked her lips, breathless. He wanted her. Wanted to share her with his pack. A sudden image assaulted her, of herself on her knees with Luka behind her, Ares in her mouth and more men around her. She rubbed her thighs together and shivered. That was—god. But she couldn’t say yes, how could she say yes?
“I can’t, I can’t.”
“What if I gave you an excuse, Otavia? What if I said it was the price for your freedom?”
“Ohh.” It was almost a moan, and it escaped her before she could help herself. He chuckled, and before she could even think of moving Luka had her pinned between himself and Ares.
Find Provocateur here!
This week’s Friday Fun once again comes…from a guest! Welcome author Briana Lawrence, who you might recognize from last week’s teaser! This week, she’s sharing a bit from her new erotic short, Lemon Wedges!
(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)
From The Back Cover: There’s some fetishes that we’re allowed to wear out in the open. Others, we have to keep tucked away in our closets. Unbeknownst to the people around him, Kaeden is walking that fine line in stylish heels. But with the release of a new brand, “Lemon Wedges,” Kaeden is finding it hard to keep his desires behind closed doors, especially when his sexy roommate, Stephen, gets a taste of his fashionable little secret.
Warning: This book is explicit, gay erotica, and contains graphic descriptions of sex. Please be aware of this when you purchase and enjoy a slice of devious pie without feeling guilty.
Want more? Try this teaser of next week’s Friday Fun, from my own new erotic short, out tomrrow – The Other Alpha!
“Stelios?” The name slipped past Niketas’ lips before he could think about it. He avoided Luka’s stare and studied a spot on the wall beside him. “I’ve never met him, and you don’t talk about him much. Why him? Why’s he not in your pack? If he’s not a wolf then—”
He shut his mouth, and Luka squinted at him, then shrugged. “I don’t talk about him because I don’t understand him, even if Stelios is my twin.” His smirk returned, but faintly. “You should like that.”
This week’s Friday Fun once again comes…from a guest! Welcome author Destiny Dawn, who’s sharing a bit from a new erotic short, Blushing Apples!
(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)
From The Back Cover: Elana really can’t help herself when she steals the first bite and it’s all downhill from there. After seeing the fruit every day, she thought one would be enough, but to her flustered surprise it’s not. All she can think about is the succulent apple in her hand and the taste across her lips. She hungers for more, and is willing to do anything for another taste.
Warning: This book contains situations involving feeding and threesomes. This book is fully adult and contains graphic descriptions of sex. Please be aware of this when you purchase and enjoy a slice of devious pie without feeling guilty.
Want more? Try this teaser of next week’s Friday Fun, from Briana Lawrence’s Lemon Wedges!
And I present for you the last stop on the Undone Blog Tour, at Crystal’s Many Reviewers! Read and enjoy! (And keep an eye out, because today is Friday, and that means it’s time for more…fun!)
Day three, and another pause on the endless road of words! Yesterday brought me to Lovebytes reviews for Stop Three on the Undone blog tour – and don’t forget, that giveaway bit means free books!
I still have the power! The darting of yesterday’s day two brought me to The Novel Approach reviews for Stop Two on the Undone blog tour – click, friend, and enter!
As I have the power, I gather for you in one place the many posts I have written, as I dart from place to place and day to day along my blog tour! Here, originally at “Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words”, is Stop One on the Undone blog tour!