Also, I'm aiming at 60k, but if the story is a 30k story, then it is, and I'm content with it. This story is outside my comfort zone a bit, and I'm going to have a hard enough time writing it without stressing about word count.
For this week's WIP post - I'm sharing an excerpt from Storm 3 - A Road to Forgiveness.
So I'm doing something fun with Storm. Storm's a serialized story. A new episode is released every two months. You can buy each episode for just $0.99, or - you can just subscribe to my mailing list, and get each episode for FREE!
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I’d
draped the blanket over myself by the time he’d returned. Winter in Nova
Scotia, and though my heat was on, it was still cool enough in my apartment
that I needed something to keep warm.
“Tsk,
tsk,” Tim chided, seeing the blanket as he came back into the room. He was
carrying an assortment of things in his arms, not just the clothespins he’d set
off to find.
I
smirked at him. “You weren’t keeping me warm. I had to find a substitute.”
He dumped
the armful of things on the bed, and got in next to me. “Is there room under
the blanket?”
For a
few minutes, he just pressed into my body, and I warmed up against his skin.
Finally, I wriggled my ass against him, and he laughed. “Yes, Tessa, I’m quite
aware you want to be spanked. But...” his hands ran up the side of my body, all
the way from my arms to my hips, before pulling my ass into his hard body,
“sometimes, life is all about delayed gratification.”
I
turned around and kissed him, nibbling at his lower lip till he groaned and
pressed against me. “How delayed?”
“No
talking anymore,” he instructed. “Except if you need to safe-word, of course.”
I
pouted a little, but his tone had been firm.
“Okay,
let’s see what we have to work with here,” he said, getting up and straddling
me, his knees on either side of my hip, his erection grazing the entrance of my
slick pussy. He tugged at my hands, positioning them so that they were gripping
my headboard. “Keep them here.”
I
nodded. He’d tied me up before, but somehow, this felt even more submissive. I
wasn’t physically restrained, unable to move my hands. This time around, they
were staying restrained only because he’d ordered me to keep them where they
were. I felt very compliant as I obeyed.
“I know
you are the painter,” his eyes were amused as they met mine, “but this evening,
Tessa,” he pinched my nipples, sending blood rushing to the tender buds, “I’m
going to use you as my canvas.” His nails lightly scratched the insides of my
arms. “I’m going to paint you in shades of pink and red,” he promised, as I
watched my skin change colour where his nails had made contact with the soft
surface, “and purple,” his mouth reached down and sucked one of my dark pink
nipples into his mouth, “and cream.” He straightened, and his fingers swiped
through my pussy, finding it slick and sticky with juice.
He
dangled those fingers in front of me. “You made a mess, Tessa,” he chided.
“Shouldn’t you clean it up?” I parted my lips and reached my tongue out,
licking my juices from his fingers with little flickering strokes. His eyes
were hot with lust when I was finished, but his mouth was curved into an amused
line.
“Such a
naughty girl, Tessa.” His voice held a trace of rebuke. “You are such a tease.
Here, move your hips a little.” His hands were on my sides, positioning me the
way he wanted me, which was so that I was lying on my side, yet my shoulders
were both on the bed, and my hands still gripped the headboard. “You look like
a pretzel,” he noted, and I grimaced.
“Thanks,”
I said dryly, remembering too late his instruction about keeping quiet.
He’d
moved too, he was lying down next to me on his side, his body turned towards
mine, his one leg draped over and around my knees, bringing me close to him.
His dick was achingly close to my heat, and I wanted to part my legs and allow
him entry, but today, I wasn’t the one doing the allowing. His leg held both of
mine closed and tight.
Whap.
The noise of the spank resonated around the room. “I hate repeating my
instructions,” Tim said evenly. “Do I need to?”
“No
Sir.” My voice was a soft, breathy flutter. I felt the pain from the spank
transform to deep pleasure at my core.
“So
eager for your spanking.” His voice was thoughtful. “How many, do you think?”
This
time, I followed orders and didn’t speak.
“How
about ten to warm that pretty little ass up? And ten as punishment.”
I
nodded silently, and he chuckled. “You can always talk if you are going to say Yes
Sir.”
I
giggled. “Yes Sir,” I said, at the exact moment the first spank came down my
ass.
The
warming spanks went quickly, and I squirmed with mingled pleasure and pain
through his strokes. His swats were even and firm, and he varied them around,
never concentrating on one spot for more than one spank. Each spank was followed
by his fingers rubbing the stinging spot and soothing my pain away.
I
whimpered a little, but mostly because our lower bodies were pressed together,
and I could feel his hard dick nudge against my thigh. I wanted him with
shocking intensity. My pussy was wet and ready and impatient, and yet my hands
still held on to my headboard, reminding me that my impatience didn’t matter.
He
paused when he was done warming me up, and ran his hand over my ass. “Can you
feel how hot your skin is?” he asked. “It’s warm and flushed, and a very pretty
shade of pink. But a true artist needs swirls of deeper colour, don’t you
think, Tessa?”
“Yes
Sir.”
His
voice was amused. “I’m going to need you to change positions, Tessa.” He
straightened his leg that had trapped me into his body, and his fingers met
mine at the headboard. “Let go of the headboard, sweetheart, and get on your
knees. Ass in the air, shoulders on the bed.”
I
followed his directions without demurral. I felt his weight shift on the bed as
he moved, and then he knelt next to me, one arm curving around my waist to hold
me steady. “I’d like you to count these spanks out.” His voice was deep and
firm and it set my insides quivering.
“Yes
Sir.” My words were a thin thread of sound in a quiet room. I sounded nervous.
Was I nervous? I had a safe-word to protect me. There was nothing to be afraid
of.
And
yet. I suddenly understood something. A safe word existed for both our
protection, but it wasn’t to be used lightly. I was still surrendering my will
to him. I was still letting him decide that I needed to be punished. It was a
game, but it was a game that was meant to be played seriously and with intent.
I would be wrong to get one spank and safe-word, and beg for his dick instead.
My compliance with his desires mattered.
The
lesson here was that what I wanted in the moment didn’t matter. What did matter
was that I trusted that Tim would understand what I truly needed.
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I'm loving Starlet's reviews! Thanks so much, lovely book bloggers! Monica, Miranda and Shurrn, I really appreciate everything you guys do every single day. Also - Shurrn has a giveaway going on right now for all three Nights in Venice books. Go enter!
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So, here's what I've bought or borrowed in the last week. I've read some but not all of them. If something has been removed from my Kindle Unlimited list, I read it. If I DNF'd it, I'll note that, but otherwise, I'm not going to review or recommend books (with the odd exception here and there.) What's on my Kindle Unlimited 10: There's some, but not a lot of movement. I've been busy - I haven't read as much.
1. First Time Gang: Her Erotic Group Encounters by Sasha Song
2. Once Upon A Time (Twisted Fairytales: Vol 1) by Jenika Snow
3. Firebird by Annabel Joseph
4. The Disciplinarian: A Collection of Short Spanking Stories by Natasha Knight et al 5. The Plagiarist by Hugh Howey
6. Surrender (Surrender - Book 1) by Melody Anne
7. Elements of Fiction Writing - Plot by Ansen Dibell
8. Elements of Fiction Writing - Beginnings, Middles & Ends by Nancy Kress
9. Elements of Fiction Writing - Conflict and Suspense by James Scott Bell
10. Elements of Fiction Writing - Characters & Viewpoint by Orson Scott Card
Free Books I got:
Treat with Caution (Treats to Tempt You Book 1) by Serenity Woods
Concealed Power (The Healers of Meligna Book 1) by K. J. Colt Books I actually bought:
His Secretary: Undone (A Billionaire Romance) by Melanie Marchande
Mastering the Marquess (Bound and Determined Book 1) by Lavinia Kent
The Infamous Ellen James (Infamous Series Book 1) by N.A. Alcorn
Avoiding Amy Jackson (Infamous Series Book 2) by N.A. Alcorn (This is going to be DNF at 7%.)
It's Saturday! Time for another Saturday Spanks! Early reviews for Starlet are coming in, and everyone seems to like it! Yay! There's some difficult themes in this last Nights in Venice book (spoilers!), but I think it makes for a much richer story.
Context: This scene picks up a little bit after last week's scene. Tia's punishment is about to begin. Want more Liam & Tia? Here's the prologue and the first chapter.
As I remembered from the other night
when I’d watched Liam punish Simona, the wall had paddles and crops and whips
hanging from it. I expected him to walk over and grab something. My body was
quivering with a mixture of nervousness and desire. I wasn’t sure what lay
ahead for me, but as I watched the man standing in front of me with narrowed
eyes, I felt safe.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered and I
obeyed.
“Wider,” he said. He had a riding crop
in his hand – when did he get that? - and with it, he punctuated his
desire on my inner thigh. I tensed, waiting for a spank, but he just ran the
crop against my legs. “Wider, Tia,” he ordered.
I spread my legs as far as they would
go, and I struggled for balance. “Liam,” I cried, startled, as I teetered and
almost fell, but my chest met his hard body.
A Starlet in Venice is out! I'm very, very excited!
Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon DE | Amazon CA. Or borrow it on Kindle Unlimited. Also - Starlet is only $0.99 until Friday morning! Take advantage of the special low introductory price while you can - it reverts back to $2.99 sometime Friday. For this WIP Wednesday post, I'm picking up where I left off from last week's post. If you haven't read it, here's a link to Starlet's prologue. Chapter 1
Tatiana:
As I thought about the words I’d said
to Liam, a year ago, on the Ponta di Rialto, my voice steadfast and my face
illuminated by the light of the moon shining down on us, I cursed, not for the
first time. Because in the intervening year, Liam had become one of my closest
friends, a kind, steady and supportive presence in my life.
And I’d fallen in love with him.
But he was the manager at Casanova, a
BDSM sex club, where women were plentiful and somewhat interchangeable, and sex
was always on offer, and I was a woman who had never had an orgasm during
intercourse. I was Liam’s friend, valuable only because of the relative rarity
of what I offered. Friendship, companionship and conversation, without a sexual
undercurrent to our interaction. The moment I slept with him, I would break
something that we had, and I didn’t think we would be able to go back.
I wanted him with painful longing. I
couldn’t have him.
***
I’d flown in from filming, tired and
sleep-deprived. As usual, I pulled out my phone and texted Liam.
‘Back in town,’ I typed. ‘Drink?’
He always replied quickly. ‘You’ve
eaten, rabbit?’
No, I hadn’t eaten; I was a lousy cook
and I’d been away for three weeks. There was nothing resembling food in my
apartment. I’d intended to grab something on my way to his place. ‘Not yet,’
I answered.
‘Good, I cooked dinner. Let yourself in
and eat, rabbit. I’m working but I’ll be done at midnight.’
He’d taken to calling me rabbit in
his teasing tone, and my heart clenched as I read his message, as it did every
single time. Though I was exhausted and bone weary and I should have declined,
I didn’t want to be alone tonight. ‘Okay.’
Liam lived in the penthouse of the palazzo
that housed Casanova. He’d given me the security code many months ago, and I
punched it in, entering the lobby. I usually took the elevators right upstairs,
straight to his apartment, never stopping at the club that exuded sex and
luxury and sin from its every pore. Today though, my emotions were lurching all
over the place. “Can I peek?” I asked the guards at the door. I knew Killian
and Niall well; we’d hung out and watched football games together.
Killian raised his eyebrow in surprise.
Niall hid it better. “You got to surrender your phone,” he warned. “And pick a
wristband.”
Who was I, top or bottom? If I chose to
be dominant, I’d pick a black wristband. If I was submissive, I’d pick the blue
one. Tonight, I was neither. I was a voyeur, watching the man I loved from the
shadows. “Grey,” I replied, picking the colour of the observer. I knew the
conventions of Casanova well enough, though I’d never entered the place.
Killian grinned at me. “You want us to
tell the boss you are visiting?” His question was unexpectedly perceptive. Was
it so obvious? Did I really wear my heart on my sleeve, and were my emotions so
transparent? I would have thought I was a better actor than that.
I acted now. I laughed and winked and
pretended like I didn’t care whether Liam knew I was in the club or not. “Let’s
surprise him,” I said lightly.
“The boss doesn’t like surprises,”
Niall said but he stood aside, and for the first time, I entered Casanova.
***
It hadn’t been some sense of prudery
that had kept me away from Venice’s most exclusive BDSM club. It had been my
utter certainty that my heart couldn’t survive watching Liam touch another
woman. That, and an instinctive panic when I watched a woman, tied-up and
struggling with her bonds.
Tonight though? Tonight my heart was
already flayed and torn, and I was masochistic in my search for more pain.
I found it in the basement, outfitted
as a stereotypically creepy BDSM dungeon, with whips and chains and a giant St
Andrews Cross. There, underneath the spotlights, with darkness threatening to
creep in from every side, Liam stood, his sleeves rolled up to show his strong
forearms. He had a whip in his hand, and a beautiful, kneeling brunette at his
feet.
“Are you ready for your punishment,
Simona?” I heard him ask. I was used to hearing him ask me questions in that
same amused, indulgent, relaxed tone, and in that instant, I felt so very, very
interchangeable.
I should have averted my eyes; I should
have run away.
Any other day, I would have. Tonight, I
stayed and forced myself to watch the man I loved look at another woman with
attention, as if she mattered. I leaned against the wall in a
darkened corner and watched.
Every single man who looks at me wants to fuck me. To them, I am merely a sexy body, tits and pussy and ass, playing a leading role in their wet dreams. I am never anything more.
Except Liam. Liam Callahan wants only friendship from me, and I should be delighted. I certainly don’t want anything else from him. I don’t want to be bent over his lap and spanked. I don’t want to be tied up and flogged, and I definitely don’t want him to fuck me. Do I?
Note: A Starlet in Venice is a stand-alone story, but part of the Nights in Venice series. Other stories in this series are of different couples. This story includes spankings, domination, graphic sexual scenes, and more. Check out the other participants!
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A Starlet in Venice, the final book of the Nights in Venice series, is now available. Just until Friday (10/24), it's on sale at a very special price - only $0.99. Early Saturday, it'll snap back to its regular price of $2.99, so please - if this book looks interesting to you - buy it now and take advantage of the sale!
Every single man who looks at me wants to fuck me. To them, I am merely a sexy body, tits and pussy and ass, playing a leading role in their wet dreams. I am never anything more.
Except Liam. Liam Callahan wants only friendship from me, and I should be delighted. I certainly don’t want anything else from him. I don’t want to be bent over his lap and spanked. I don’t want to be tied up and flogged, and I definitely don’t want him to fuck me. Do I?
Note: A Starlet in Venice is a stand-alone story, but part of the Nights in Venice series. Other stories in this series are of different couples. This story includes spankings, domination, graphic sexual scenes, and more.
While I normally do this on Tuesdays - tomorrow is A Starlet in Venice's release day! There'll be some singing and dancing and assorted hoopla related to that, so this one is a bit early. Starlet's Pre-Order Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon DE | Amazon CA. Or borrow it on Kindle Unlimited on Oct 21.
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So, here's what I've bought or borrowed in the last week. I've read some but not all of them. If something has been removed from my Kindle Unlimited list, I read it. If I DNF'd it, I'll note that, but otherwise, I'm not going to review or recommend books (with the odd exception here and there.) Also, I'm still looking for dark erotica recommendations. Please? I've read Captive in the Dark by C.J. Roberts, so I'm not looking for riffs on that theme. If he's a wounded anti-hero, and the heroine suffers from Stockholm Syndrome, I don't want to read that. But if it's dark and not 'woman-falls-in-love-with-her-captor', can you leave me a comment? I'd really appreciate it. What's on my Kindle Unlimited 10: There's some, but not a lot of movement. I've been busy - I haven't read as much.
1. The Disciplinarian: A Collection of Short Spanking Stories by Natasha Knight et al 2. Escape to Sin City: Part 1: Debra's Flight by Bobbie Morgan 3. Revival (Return to Us Trilogy Book 1) by M. K. Gilher (this is going to be DNF at 48% though.)
4. Unexpected Consequences (Rod and Cane Society 1) by Cara Bristol
5. The Plagiarist by Hugh Howey
6. Surrender (Surrender - Book 1) by Melody Anne
7. Elements of Fiction Writing - Plot by Ansen Dibell
8. Elements of Fiction Writing - Beginnings, Middles & Ends by Nancy Kress
9. Elements of Fiction Writing - Conflict and Suspense by James Scott Bell
10. Elements of Fiction Writing - Characters & Viewpoint by Orson Scott Card
Free Books I got:
The Philosopher and the Poet: An erotic BDSM adventure based.. by Myra Corvine
Books I actually bought:
Healing Submission: Tales of Hurt and Comfort Boxed Set by Linda Barlow et al
This excerpt is from my upcoming book A Starlet in Venice - the third and final book of my Nights in Venice series. It's a prelude to a spanking...
Context - Liam and Tia have been friends for a year. They find themselves falling in love with each other, but neither does anything to break the status quo. Until this scene...
“He’s coming over,” Lucia whispered
gleefully to me.
“My three favourite women in all of
Venice,” Liam said easily as he joined us. His smile was so familiar to me, so
untroubled. “May I join you ladies?”
“Please do,” Lucia grinned and Liam
slid into the seat next to me. “We were just talking about sex.”
I could feel myself flush. Lucia
wasn’t going to say anything, was she? I shot her a silent look of
entreaty. I was going to die of embarrassment.
“In that case,” Liam grinned, “please,
keep going. I want to peek at the fascinating discussions women have about
sex.”
“Doesn’t the Dom of Casanova already
understand what all women need?” I heard myself ask, my voice throwing down a
challenge at Liam.
He looked at me, oddly intent. “The
first rule of Casanova is that you don’t talk about Casanova,” he said. “It’s
very much like Fight Club.” His eyes wandered over my body. “If you were a
member, you’d be getting punished right now.”
Lucia was suppressing a grin. I didn’t
know what devil jumped into me at that moment, but I looked at him. “I can play
by the rules,” I said. “I can pay the price. Punish me then.”
Blurb:
Every single man who looks at me wants to fuck me. To them, I am merely a sexy body, tits and pussy and ass, playing a leading role in their wet dreams. I am never anything more.
Except Liam. Liam Callahan wants only friendship from me, and I should be delighted. I certainly don’t want anything else from him. I don’t want to be bent over his lap and spanked. I don’t want to be tied up and flogged, and I definitely don’t want him to fuck me. Do I?
Note: A Starlet in Venice is a stand-alone story, but part of the Nights in Venice series. Other stories in this series are of different couples. This story includes spankings, domination, graphic sexual scenes, and more.
Hey, a new-to-me blog hop! Sure, why not? I'm always happy to share what I'm working on. So, technically, A Starlet in Venice isn't the actual work in progress right now. But it is the next, upcoming release, and I'm super excited by it. It's got BDSM and romance, friends becoming lovers, and so much more. I personally don't enjoy reading sex scenes without context. I must care about the H/h before the sex scene, else I'm not fussed. So, I'm just going to share the Prologue. (Note - Starlet is currently in the hands of my editor, and this is the pre-edited version.)
A Starlet in Venice (Nights in Venice Book 3)
Prologue
Liam:
I looked at the woman who’d just been unceremoniously
bundled into my hands. She was masked, but the tears trickled down her cheeks
and she couldn’t seem to stop weeping.
For fuck’s sake,
Antonio, I thought irritably. Sure, Antonio Moretti was a good boss, but
since when did he think it was my job to clean up his women problems? Because
this woman he just shoved my way was Tatiana Cordova, widely rumoured through
all of Venice to be his mistress. And Antonio had taken off in search of Lucia
Petrucci.
It seemed that it was my job to explain to this woman that
her lover had just replaced her.
I muttered another curse at Antonio, but I had three
sisters, and I was a sucker for a crying woman. “Come with me,” I said gently
to her. I placed my hand in the small of her back and steered her outside. We
walked on the narrow cobblestone streets in the darkness, with the moonlight
intermittently shining down on her face, making each tear look like a sparkling
diamond.
I stayed with her while she cried, and I could tell the
precise moment her composure returned. I watched her walls come up, and her
shoulders straighten.
For some reason, the walls bothered me. I wanted to tear
them down and find the woman underneath, the sweet, forlorn woman that I’d
ached to comfort. Because I could only bear to see a woman cry in a session.
Never outside.
“He’s just a guy, you know?” I said in Italian. “Time heals
all wounds.”
She removed the mask and shook her long blonde hair free,
giving me a puzzled look as she did so. “I’m missing something here,” she
replied in fluent English. “What are you talking about?”
Oh fuck. Did I have to tell her she’d been replaced by Lucia
Petrucci? Heaven help me, I didn’t want her to cry again. Or was she just
pretending, putting on a proud face while falling apart inside? That, I
understood. My sisters were exactly the same way. You cried privately. In
public, you were stone and ice and untouchable.
“Antonio,” I tried again. “In the end, he’s just a guy. We
all are. Nothing special, nothing unique.”
Her sapphire blue eyes sparkled with merriment. “You think
I’m in tears because of Antonio and Lucia?” Her lips twitched. “I’m delighted
for the two of them.”
“Really?” I sounded completely skeptical.
“Really,” she assured me.
“Then you’ll have no problem having dinner with me tomorrow
night?” I challenged her, and the merriment faded from her eyes.
“Liam Callahan, right?” she asked. “The manager at
Casanova?”
I nodded. So she knew
who I was.
“Let me be blunt with you, Liam,” she said. “Men solicit sex
from me all the time. You can’t imagine how tiresome it is. So if you want to fuck
me, you might as well skip the dinner and the fancy talk, and just come on out
and tell me what you want. It’ll save us both some time.”
“What if I don’t want to have sex with you?” I asked her. “What
if I just want to have dinner?”
She looked completely disbelieving, and with reason. Tatiana
Cordova had a body that was made for sex, beautiful and lush and soft. I was
lying when I when I told her I didn’t want to sleep with her. But I also wanted
something more. “You know what I do for a living,” I said, and she nodded.
“In that case,” I said. “You’ll understand that sex is just
as easy for me as it is for you.” An unreadable expression flashed across her
face at that sentence, illuminated by the moon coming out from behind a cloud.
“I want something I can’t get at Casanova.”
“Antonio assures me you can get anything at Casanova.” Her
voice was rich with humour and slight mockery.
I smiled at her tone. “Almost anything,” I replied. “I just
want someone to hang out with. Dinner. Friendship. Conversation. Nothing more.
I miss normal human interaction.” Five years of constantly available sex, and I
ached for something, anything else.
Her eyes softened. “Dinner,” she said quietly, “tomorrow
night. Dinner and conversation, I can do. As for friendship? We’ll see.”
A Starlet in Venice releases Oct 21, 2014.
Blurb:
Every single man who looks at me wants to fuck me. To them, I am merely a sexy body, tits and pussy and ass, playing a leading role in their wet dreams. I am never anything more.
Except Liam. Liam Callahan wants only friendship from me, and I should be delighted. I certainly don’t want anything else from him. I don’t want to be bent over his lap and spanked. I don’t want to be tied up and flogged, and I definitely don’t want him to fuck me.
Do I?
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I think I'm going to make this a weekly thing. So, here's what I've bought or borrowed in the last week. I've read some but not all of them. If something has been removed from my Kindle Unlimited list, I read it. If I DNF'd it, I'll note that, but otherwise, I'm not going to review or recommend books (with the odd exception here and there.) Also, I'm looking for dark erotica recommendations. I've read Captive in the Dark by C.J. Roberts, so I'm not looking for riffs on that theme. If he's a wounded anti-hero, and the heroine suffers from Stockholm Syndrome, I don't want to read that. But if it's dark and not 'woman-falls-in-love-with-her-captor', can you leave me a comment? I'd really appreciate it. What's on my Kindle Unlimited 10:
1. Revival (Return to Us Trilogy Book 1) by M. K. Gilher
2. Unexpected Consequences (Rod and Cane Society 1) by Cara
Bristol
3. Lily Mine: A Historical Fantasy by Annabel Joseph
4. The Plagiarist by Hugh Howey
5. Surrender (Surrender - Book 1) by Melody Anne
6. Sinful Desires Vol. 1 by M. S. Parker
7. Elements of Fiction Writing - Plot by Ansen Dibell
8. Elements of Fiction Writing - Beginnings, Middles & Ends by Nancy Kress
9. Elements of Fiction Writing - Conflict and Suspense by James Scott Bell
10. Elements of Fiction Writing - Characters & Viewpoint by Orson Scott Card
Free Books I got:
Her Billionaire, Her Wolf--His Every Desire by Aimélie Aames (this might be a DNF for me at 15%, but it's still on my Kindle, so who knows?)
The Mattress Bargain: The Princess and the Pea byStella Rose
Billionaire Brothers by Lucia Jordan
Ella's First Exam: A Medical Exam Fiction by Caelia Portier
Books I actually bought:
BLAKE: Captive to the Dark by Alaska Angelini
Midnight Watch: An M.J. Lowell Novella by M.J. Lowell
Reckless Games by MJ Lowell
Truly: The New York Series (The New York Trilogy) by Ruthie Knox
Chasing the Dollar (Miranda Vaughn Mysteries Book 1) by Ellie Ashe
This excerpt is from An Heiress in Venice - the second book of my Nights in Venice series. The final book, a Starlet in Venice is with my editor so soon! It's not strictly a spanking scene, but it's a favourite bit of mine, so I thought I'd share. Enzo's acting on instinct, which I do often enough, so I can totally relate. Special Note: If you read last week's excerpt of Thief in Venice, and want to read more, the book is currently on a Kindle Countdown deal. Expires today, but get it for just $0.99 while you can!
Buy Links:Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon DE | Amazon CA. Or borrow it on Kindle Unlimited. Context - Enzo Peron is a cop who has been called to Alice's apartment in response to a break-in attempt. There's attraction in the air between them, but neither of them does anything to take it further. Yet Alice has an impact on Enzo...
I didn’t entirely understand why I made my way to the club
Friday night. It was tied up in the shimmer of desire that had hovered in the
air at Alice Blackwell’s apartment. The touch of her hand on mine had awakened
some kind of need in me.
Was I saying good-bye to Casanova? Was I running away from
it, or was I running towards the familiarity of the club I’d belonged to for so
many years?
I didn’t know, really.
Then I saw her there and laughed out aloud, and raised a
silent toast to the universe, and to the gods of chaos and coincidence. Because
Alice Blackwell at Casanova, wearing the blue wristband of a submissive,
looking around with curiosity and without the slightest hint of fear?
Yes. This was going to be so good.
Blurb:
He is Enzo Peron. By day, he is a Chief Inspector of Police in Venice. By night, a Dominant at Casanova, Venice’s most exclusive BDSM club.
She is Alice Blackwell, an American heiress who has fled to Venice. She comes to Club Casanova, hoping to explore the submissive desires she has held in check for many years.
He dominates her. She submits to him.
But Alice has a past, and it is determined to reclaim her.
Note: An Heiress in Venice is a stand-alone story, but part of the Nights in Venice series. Other stories in this series are of different couples. This story includes spankings, domination, graphic sexual scenes, and more.
A friend mentioned this piece of 'isn't it ironic' trivia last night. George Harrison's memorial tree killed by beetles. I don't have one favourite Beatles song. I have many, but for whatever reason, this one popped up in my head as I was typing.
And while we are here, check out the opening stanza:
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither wildly as they slip away
across the universe....
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy
are drifting through my opened mind
possessing and caressing me...
Can anything describe the process of writing better? John Lennon was a poet.
