I write erotic romance. No it's not porn. No it's not smut. At the core ... it's a love story. A journey meant to sweep you off your feet and make you sigh. The kind of story that warms your heart.
But here's the difference ... the bedroom door is WIIIIIDE open! The reader gets to watch while this couple explores their feelings for one another in the most intimate of acts. A place where trust is tested and loving bonds are formed.
And what could push the boundaries of intimacy and trust more than BDSM? That push and pull of power given for the promise of passion and pleasure? The confidence that, while bound and at the mercy of a flogger, your partner will 1) respect your pain threshold and 2) bring you as much satisfaction as they take. Wow, those are really high expectations.
Trust me when I say that writing erotic romance with a BDSM theme is one of the most challenging projects I've taken on. It's not about humiliation or control. It's about two people willingly taking and giving for mutual fulfillment and ultimately ... love.
So what do you think? Does BDSM push you too far as a reader? Or have you willingly taken the leap to enjoy the fantasy?
My newest release from Ellora's Cave, MAID FOR MASTER, is the story of one woman's journey to discover her deepest desires and the one man willing to fulfill them.
Treat herself to a carnal weekend at the hedonistic retreat, XTC Resorts? That’s not something Claire Calderwood, a three-time loser in the relationship department, would ordinarily do. But at forty-one, having a successful cleaning business is no longer enough. She wants a chance to let go of all responsibility, submit to a stranger’s sexual demands and satisfy her darkest fantasies.
Jonathon Brierton has known his best friend’s sister long enough to recognize her submissive nature. He would like nothing more than to have Claire bound naked and at the mercy of his flogger as he teaches her the sensual art of obeying her Master. At thirty-something, he’s a successful real estate developer, owner of a BDSM resort—and hopelessly in love with the older woman.
When Claire follows him to his resort, Jonathon is certain he can keep his identity secret long enough to convince her that being restrained in his stocks is something that will satisfy them both. But lies, deceit and broken hearts may not be so easy to overcome.
Jesus. Even though Jonathon Brierton wasn’t particularly religious he prayed for Divine intervention. Not that he wanted any lightning strikes or halos of light illuminating the shadowed corner of the club where he’d hidden himself, but a little more help in the patience department would certainly go a long way at the moment. It went against his baser nature to sit back and wait rather than walking over and convincing the copper-haired beauty leaning over the railing across the way to put on his collar and join him in one of the private dungeons below.
She was a natural submissive. He felt it in every fiber of his being. Claire Calderwood just didn’t know it—or at the very least—was unwilling to accept that part of herself. Jon just needed to come up with a plan of action that didn’t scare the living shit out of her to convince her she needed this—and him.
“Are you too focused on your next conquest to be good company?” Ethan Jacobs, the manager of the XTC Resorts here in Key West, didn’t really need an invitation and slid into the padded chair next to Jon without waiting for an answer. His crisp white shirt and the knife-edged creases of his black dress pants were in sharp contrast to the yards of leather and miles of naked flesh displayed by most of the patrons of Paradise Cove. “You weren’t exaggerating, my friend. She is exquisite.”
He didn’t need to ask whom Ethan referred to. The manager had personally checked Claire and Jon into their separate suites earlier in the day. “And scared,” Jon said. Even from this distance he could see it play across the tremble of Claire’s lips and the nervous fingers toying with her hair. He’d expected that. It just grated that he could do nothing at the moment to help her overcome it.
“But she’s here tonight and completely mesmerized by the scene in the public dungeon.”
“Only step one, my friend.” Jon pulled his gaze from Claire. There was no sense torturing himself. It would be a half-hour or more before the Doms and subs in the open arena below would finish playing out their scenes. Their interactions were intense, and he had no doubt the private rooms one floor below would be filled with eager players following the show. He intended to be in one of them with Claire. He had the room already reserved and set up for her. Until then, he needed to bide his time. “And there is the small detail of her not knowing exactly who I am,” Jon added quietly.