It’s hard to believe it’s 2012. I started publishing in 2010 under another pen name. I went the small press route and, at the time, it was still rather bold to strike out in that direction. The publishing world has changed. Small press now seems safe—almost the easy way to go. New York, for the erotic author, seems like a quixotic dream. For the most part, NY publishers tend to shy away from a lot of what I write. There is also the case of NY’s ability to truly launch a new erotic author. With the plentitude of great erotic romance at reasonable prices available, launching a brand spanking new author at $9.99 seems unrealistic. So where did that leave me if I wanted to try something new? It left me in the brave new world of indie publishing.
Oh, people will tell you that indie is a pretty word for self-published. Maybe, but I also think it’s fitting. I wrote my first indie book with a friend, NY Times Best Selling Author Shayla Black. Now, let me tell you, if you want to launch a new pen name, getting the help of someone that big is really awesome, but it doesn’t change the fact that we had no support we didn’t find on our own. We came up with the idea for Their Virgin Captive over margaritas. We joked about how much we would like to see those old Harlequin tropes taken to ménage extremes. But despite the joke, we meant it. We both love ménage, and we read a lot of category. What if we could marry the two? It became an experiment that we learned a lot from. We had to find an editor, a cover artist, beta readers, and someone, anyone who knew how to get our book out there. It was a frustrating process that tested our friendship right up to point that we looked at each other and hit the upload button.
Independent. Wow. What a rush. It’s an amazing thing to follow a story from the breath of an idea to that moment when it’s unleashed on an unsuspecting world. We take the risk. We reap the reward or feel the pain of reader rejection. But it’s all on us.
I liked the indie experience so much, I released my own book, The Dom Who Loved Me, and Shayla and I have released another, Their Virgin’s Secret. For my part, I deeply enjoy being able to write whatever I want to write in exactly the way I want to write it. It’s a scary thing to go into the world without a publisher to back you up, but more and more I think it’s the way of the future. I’m planning on several new indie books for 2012.
So here’s to 2012 – the year of independence.
Sent to steal her secrets, he soon craved her submission.
The Dom Who Loved Me
A routine mission…
Sean Taggart is hunting a deadly terrorist, and his only lead is the lovely Grace Hawthorne. She’s the executive assistant for an employment agency Sean suspects is a front for illegal activities. To get the truth, he is going to have to get very close to Grace, a task he is all too eager to undertake when he discovers her deliciously submissive nature.
…turns into a dangerous seduction
Soon, Grace Hawthorne is living a double life. By day, she is the widowed mother of two college-aged sons. By night, she submits to Sean’s every dark desire. She’s living out her wildest fantasies of pleasure—intimate acts of trust she’s only read about. As passion engulfs her, a murderer strikes, and Grace learns that Sean has a deeply hidden agenda. Will Sean choose his mission and break her heart or be the Master of her dreams?
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He would have to be more direct. Sean hid the smile that threatened. He was supposed to be in control. “Grace, are you trying to seduce me?”
Now her face fell, and her teeth sank into her full bottom lip. “Can I seduce you?”
He sighed. That was what this was about? Did the woman not have eyes? In the week he’d known her, he’d always had an erection around her. She was his fucking Viagra, and he’d gone way over the “erection lasting four hours” point. He didn’t need a doctor. He needed her. He was far past thinking about the job. He was thinking about Grace.
And he needed to teach his little sub a lesson. “I believe you’ll find you can seduce me, but first things first.” He sat down on her bed. “Over my lap.”
He didn’t miss the hitch in her breath. It wasn’t nervousness.
“I won’t ask again. Right now, it’s a count of five. Every second you delay, I add on to it.”
Grace’s gorgeous, heart-shaped ass was across his lap in no time. Her stomach pressed against his cock. She wiggled a little, trying to get situated. Sean steadied her with his left hand. “Do you know why I’m going to spank you, little one?”
“Because I was trying to manipulate you?”
“No, darling. I’m going to spank you because you’ll like it.” He brought his hand down in a short arc, the sound cracking through the silence of the room. Her skin was so pale it immediately pinkened, and her breath came out in a sweet, little squeal. She squirmed slightly. His hand came down again, on the opposite cheek. “I’ll allow your sounds this time. Know that in the future, I will tie you down and gag you if you disobey me.”
He planted a little slap to the center of her ass then let his fingers slip underneath to make sure he hadn’t misjudged the situation. Sure enough, his Grace was sopping wet and getting more aroused by the second. She liked her spanking. He wasn’t cooling off any either, though. He could feel his cock pulsing against her heated flesh.
He shoved two fingers straight into her cunt. She was so slippery that he slid in unencumbered. He watched her back rise and fall, uneven with every jerky breath. His sweet sub was trying so hard to follow his orders. Her skin was perfectly pink and hot to the touch. She responded so well to his discipline. He would have to be careful when he used a cane or a whip on her. He couldn’t wait to tie her down and put his mark on her. He pulled his fingers out and smacked her ass again two times in quick succession. He was past the point of waiting. He needed her. He lowered her down so she knelt between his legs. Her face came up. She flushed with need. Her tongue darted across those full lips of hers, and Sean’s cock throbbed.
She didn’t hesitate. She opened her mouth and allowed him to thrust his aching dick between her lips. Her tongue came out to swirl around his head, making him groan. He thrust his hands into her hair. Later, he promised himself, later he would spend an evening instructing her on just how he liked his cock sucked, but for now he was overwhelmed with the need to simply use her, to know that she was his.
Why this woman? Why now? He couldn’t lie to himself. Grace did it for him. She was smart and funny and challenging. She was so sexy that he couldn’t think about her without getting hard. How had he ever thought he could play games with her and walk away?
“Wider, Grace, you can take me all the way.” He held her ruthlessly, shoving his cock in and out. He peered down. The sight of his erection disappearing between her lovely lips was just about enough to undo him. When he pulled out, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked furiously trying not to lose him. Her tongue rolled over and over his turgid flesh. He let his cockhead just brush her lips before burrowing back in to that soft place at the back of her throat. One more thrust and he would spill his come down her throat. Sean’s cock came out of her mouth. He wasn’t coming down her throat the first time. He wanted to be buried deep in that wet pussy of hers.
“On the bed. Spread your legs.” His voice was harsh even to his own ears, but Grace didn’t seem to mind. She scrambled up onto her clean, quilt-covered bed, and her legs were splayed in seconds. She was gorgeously spread out for his pleasure. His fist found his cock and stroked it as he prepared to climb on the bed and claim her. He suddenly wanted to punch a wall. “Goddamn it. Grace, I have to go out to the car for something.” He hadn’t intended to make love to her. His condoms were in the car.
She smiled a little weakly at him and pointed to the bedside table. “I’ve had college boys in my house for a couple of years and no desire to become a grandmother. I made sure there were condoms in their bathrooms.”
And she’d thoughtfully brought them down. She’d manipulated him, and he couldn’t resist her. He reached over and grabbed one. He regarded her with his most menacing stare as he rolled the condom over his grateful cock. “I should have spanked you more.”
“Later. Right now, please fuck me, Sir.”
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