A sneak peek at Babes in Bondage - #WIPItUpWednesday #BDSM #AmWriting

I don’t usually post non-final excerpts from my works in progress. However, I’ve been working my butt off to finish the latest book in the Vegas Babes series, and it’s tantalizing close to being done (only three chapters to go). And it is Wednesday, “WIP IT UP Wednesday”. I just couldn’t resist.

I hope to have the book out by Halloween. There’s nothing paranormal about it – but it is still full of thrills and chills!

Blurb

The Sin City Fetish Fair welcomes everyone – Doms, subs, switches and the kink-curious – to enjoy the naughty toy stalls, flogging seminars, live bondage demos and scantily-costumed attendees. But some people just won’t mind their own business. When an anti-porn terrorist group manages to shut down the Las Vegas Convention Center, Larry Archer offers The Fox’s Den as an alternative venue. Plans for the Den’s very first Kink Night quickly take shape, with the assistance of the newly arrived dominant Master Shark. Indeed, the denizens of the Den are practicing their BDSM techniques well before the event.

Blonde, beautiful and untouched, Patricia Hastings leads the Citizens Resisting American Perversion in their fight against filth. Her senator father is the figurehead of their movement, but Patty’s the heart and soul. She’s determined to destroy the Den’s licentious, permissive, anything-but-vanilla environment – whatever it takes. A smidgen of plastic explosive should do the trick... If only she can resist her attraction to the voluptuous, red-headed minx Annie, and her own secret craving for surrender.

Caught in the act of sabotage, Patty faces a choice: arrest, scandal and prison, or private punishment at the hands of Master Shark and his horny assistants. Will C.R.A.P.’s paragon of purity uphold her prudish principles? Or consent to the violations that populate her forbidden fantasies?

Excerpt

“Oh—ow! Oh, please, Master…”

Annie couldn’t tell whether Giulia’s wails were pained protests or pleas for more punishment. Tiny had tipped his hefty wife over his lap as though she weighed nothing, peeled down her leggings and panties, and was in the process of delivering a ferocious spanking to her bare ass. Blotchy red marks already streaked the woman’s ample bottom, but Tiny showed no signs of relenting.

“This—(swat!) —is what happens—(swat!) —to sluts.” Breathing heavily, he landed several more hard slaps with his ham-sized hand. Giulia moaned and tried to twist away, but he used his left arm to keep her body clamped in place. “Sucking somebody else’s cock—without my permission!—I thought you were my devoted slave…” He increased the speed and force of his blows as he trailed off.

“I am, Sir, truly—ow! —I’m so sorry—I was so horny—oh, God, that hurts!”

Annie shifted on the couch, closer to her husband. The spanking might be painful for Giulia, but it turned Annie on. The way Giulia’s ass jiggled with each blow—the desperate need in her eyes and the flush on her cheeks—the way she squirmed and rubbed her crotch against Tiny’s solid thighs… In fact, the older woman looked as though she was on the edge of coming.

Annie wasn’t far behind. Her pussy, still slick from Ted’s oral attentions in the limo, leaked all over Larry’s expensive upholstery. Without taking her eyes off the arousing scene of domestic discipline, she groped around in Ted’s groin, finding, as she’d expected, a very substantial bulge. With a skill derived from frequent practice, she eased the zipper down and coaxed out his swollen cock.

“Stop it!” he hissed softly. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Giving you a bit of air,” she murmured. She fisted his fat, smooth shaft and ran her hand along the delightful length. He quivered at her touch.

“Annie—we’re in public…everyone’s watching!”

“Don’t be silly,” she said, as she shucked her jeans and climbed onto his lap, her back to his chest so she could continue to watch Tiny chastising his wife. She positioned Ted’s knob at her well-lubricated entrance then relaxed her muscles and slid down onto his rigid pole. As always, her husband’s cock felt incredible, stretching her just to the edge of discomfort and stimulating every tingling nerve. She sighed with delight, then added “Everyone else is busy!”

That was an understatement. Rosa was on her knees in front of Larry, deep-throating his monster dick with impressive ease. Inez and Foxy grappled on the floor, their faces rooting in each other’s pussies.

Annie tensed her thighs, raising her body a bit, before letting go again. Ted moaned as he sank even deeper into her soaked snatch.

“Jeez, baby! You’re drenched!” He grasped her waist, lifted her, then pulled her back down until his cockhead hit her cervix. Exquisite sensation overwhelmed the little twinge of pain. Pinned by his hard rod, she rocked back and forth, adding to the delicious pressure on her clit.

How lucky she was to be married to him! Not just because he had a big cock and knew how to use it, either. She was suitably grateful for Ted’s astonishing virility, but it was his openness to new experience that made him so special. He might voice a few qualms or show some residual prudishness, but when push came to shove (or cunt came to cock), Ted was always willing to join the action.

Stay tuned! I'll do a cover reveal in a couple of days, along with a contest!

Season of Doubt (#self-doubt #amwriting #wip)

I have reached that unpleasant stage in my current WIP— the stage when I start to question whether it’s worthwhile to continue to the end. Every time I finish a sentence, I feel as though I’ve written essentially the same one a hundred times before. I’m pushing so hard to get my characters to follow my plans that they’re starting to feel like manikins rather than real people.

I look at the book and think, who’s going to want to buy this? What is this, anyway? It’s not really romance—sure, my heroine’s going to finally get together with her true love, but right now she’s fooling around with the Devil. It’s not really erotica, either—many of the sex scenes are little more than hot snippets, intended to suggest a kinky relationship without my having to go into endless detail describing it. The book is part satire, part morality play, part guilty confession. Honestly, I don’t know what readers will make of it.

If I have any readers...

When I start to feel like this, I’m tempted to just stop. After all, why bother? However, I’ve written nearly 20K. No matter how bad it is, I’m reluctant to trash that much work (months, given the small amount of time I have to actually write). Plus, I know from experience that I frequently go through this sort of phase, what I call my “season of doubt”. Most of the time, I recover.

I wonder if other authors have the same experience. Some of my colleagues—the ones who put “USA Today Bestselling Author” on their covers—bang out one book after another. They’ve got a new romance title to flog every month or two. I can’t imagine they experience this sort of existential crisis with every novel. They’d never make their deadlines if they did.

As for me, I write mostly for the fun of following my ideas down the rabbit hole and the satisfaction of the occasional raves from my readers. So why can’t I just sit back and enjoy the ride? Why do I almost always get to this point where I’m so sure my stuff is crap that I’m almost ready to chuck it?

I really have no idea. I’ve felt this way even about the books that I later came to feel were my very best. I try to remember that, as I force myself to write on. I always seem to emerge from under this cloud of doubt eventually.

I just hope that happens soon with this story!

WIP It Up Wednesday! (#pnr #shifter #wip)

I don’t normally participate in the WIP It Up Wednesday meme, partly because I usually host guests on Wednesdays. In addition, I’m a bit superstitious about sharing unpublished (and unedited) work.

However, I’m not hosting anyone today. Meanwhile, I’ve been putting up a lot of “philosophical” posts, so I thought you might like something more straightforward for a change. So here’s a bit from my novel-in-progress, The Werewolf and the Vampire. It’s a MMF paranormal erotic romance, with a bit of a chick lit flavor.

Let me know what you think!

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Before she’d even opened her eyes, she recognized him by his scent, feral and intoxicating. Defying the excruciating ache at the back of her head, her pulse quickened and her pussy clenched. She was hardly surprised to find herself lying on the narrow bed at the back of Zack Kane’s shop. The owner perched on a chair beside her, his rugged face drawn into a worried scowl, which persisted even after he noticed she’d awakened.

“How do you feel?” he asked. “Dizzy? Is your vision blurry? Any nausea?”

Bianca explored the lump at the back of her head with cautious fingers. It was tender, but not bleeding, as far as she could tell.

“Feels like a gang of trolls is hammering inside my skull,” she replied. “But I can see all right, and my stomach is fine. Meanwhile,” she continued. “I’m wondering just what I’m doing here.”

Zack shifted in his chair and focused his attention on his big hands. “I—um—happened to be on 12^th. Saw you lying unconscious at the foot of some stairs, so I brought you back to my store.”

“Again? Quite a coincidence, don’t you think? Maybe you’re my guardian angel.” She winced at the sarcasm she heard in her voice. She should be grateful for his help. But she knew he was lying.

Ignoring the throbbing pain, she levered herself into a half-sit.

“You’ve been stalking me, haven’t you? Following me around?”

“I thought someone might hurt you.” He spoke so softly she could barely make out the words. “That guy in your office. He’s dangerous.”

Exactly what Jim had said about Kane.

“It wasn’t he who attacked me.” She sat up straighter, willing him to meet her gaze. “Did you see who did?”

“No, I didn’t. Didn’t see anything. Just you, lying there, motionless, injured…”

Finally he raised his eyes to hers. The anguish she saw there burned away her annoyance. All she felt was sympathy—and renewed desire.

“Don’t worry. Please. I can take care of myself.” She clasped his hand in her smaller one, giving it what she hoped was a comforting squeeze. His skin was hot and dry, as though he had a fever. Her pussy spasmed. She wanted that heat, inside her.

“You don’t understand. There are people—forces—powers… Those guys have no souls. They’ll do anything.”

“So you did see them! Who were they? Tell me, Zack.”

He shook his head. She searched his face, staring into those melted chocolate eyes, seeking the truth. There was something so familiar about the lively darkness she saw there...

“Oh my God! It was you! The dog—the wolf—whatever!”

New York wasn’t normally subject to earthquakes, but Bianca could have sworn the world lurched underneath her. Given her business, she’d already been primed to accept the reality of vampires when Jim had demonstrated his powers. But werewolves? Could it really be true that beings who were half-human and half-beast walked the streets of Manhattan?

And if so, what other supernatural creatures might she encounter?

One Story at a Time

I'm a very linear writer. I know that some authors write their books as individual scenes, possibly out of narrative order, and then string them together to make a book. That's almost impossible for me to imagine. When I write a book, I start at the beginning and move step by step to the end. I'll often have fairly clear ideas about how the story will develop - I may even have a scene list - but at least ninety percent of the time the sequence in which I write chapters is the sequence in which they'll appear in the final book.

When it comes to multiple books, I'm the same way - linear rather than multifurcated. Many of my author friends work on several projects simultaneously. They tell me that this allows them to switch to a different story when they get stuck on the current one. This makes sense - but I can't seem to do it. My natural mode of operation seems to be one project at a time. Occasionally I'll interrupt work on a longer book to bang out a short story for an anthology that has an urgent deadline, but I've never had two active book-length projects going on at the same time.

This is actually rather limiting. Because it's not at all uncommon for me to get ideas for new stories while I'm in the midst of my current WIP. I'll get all excited - but I can't quite bring myself to halt work on the story at hand in order to dive into my latest idea. I've learned over time that in this circumstance, it's critical for me to make detailed notes about the new idea, while it's fresh in my mind. This often includes snippets of dialogue or an opening line. Then I'll put the idea aside until I'm done with the book that's my current focus.

Sometimes the new ideas grow cold by the time I get around to trying them out. Sometimes there may be a gap of years between the time I first come up with a story premise and the time I start working on it. I have to live with these consequences.

Maybe some authors who are reading this envy me. I have friends who complain about having too many ideas, too many concurrent projects, so that they can't focus on any of them. I can see that this would be a problem - a different sort from mine.

In any case, I've learned that you can't really fight your own natural approach to writing. That's one reason why new authors shouldn't pay too much attention when someone tells you how you should approach the process. You have to find what works for you. And you may find that your process changes over time. However, you really can't force it - or at least, that's what I believe.

So for now, I'll just have to be content with my own obsessive-compulsive approach to writing and produce one story at a time. I just finished an erotic noir novella and sent it off to my crit partner. Now I've started working on my multi-genre extravaganza Rajastani Moon - my attempt to write a book that incorporates steampunk, Bollywood, menage, shapeshifter, Rubenesque and BDSM elements - and maybe I forgot one or two genres there...! I'm having great fun (it's a huge relief after the darkness of Bangkok Noir).

And what comes after that? I'm not 100% sure but I have an idea for a new BDSM novel. I don't want to plan too far ahead, though. Right now, my plate is full!