The last few weeks, I’ve been cruelly and sadistically teasing my Twitter and Facebook followers with lurid hints about my upcoming Cirque de Minuit sequel. I’m happy to say it has a title and a cover now, and I think it looks lovely sitting alongside the original book in the series. So here it is: Bound in Blue.
Many, many thanks to my cover wizard, Adrienne Wilder (who is also a KICKASS M/M author if you are looking for incredible, emotional reads.)
Anyway, as many of you know, Bound in Blue is about Jason Beck, the exacting coach from Cirque de Minuit. I think “exacting” is a pretty good word for him. Until I started writing his love story, I didn’t realize what a hardass he would be in the bedroom. But we like that, don’t we?
Here’s a little snippet of a scene between Jason and Sara. I can’t promise these exact words will be in the final book, since it’s so early in the process, but I hope you enjoy the naughtiness.
Sara squeezed her eyes shut, close to tears as the cane’s tip molested her most sensitive parts. She truly felt shamed. She truly felt he was her Master and she truly wanted to please him, even though all of this was a game. She gritted her teeth and steeled herself not to arch and press against the blessed relief of the implement’s caress.
“That’s right. Still and docile. Fulfilling my pleasure, not yours.” His low voice thrilled her, gave her the fortitude to hold motionless as he teased her, on and on and on. It was maybe a minute, but it felt like an hour that he toyed with her clit. She heard him laugh, felt the cane disappear and then felt a light tap across the soles of her feet. “Uncurl your toes, good girl. That’s over. The teasing anyway.”
But not the–ow! He gave her a solid, burning stroke, so she howled and twisted out of her required pose.
“No,” he said. “Try again. I thought we were getting somewhere. Kneel straight and open yourself for Master. For Master’s will and Master’s pain.”
Something about his voice hypnotized her, or bespelled her. Something about him touched her so deeply that she resumed her position of great vulnerability, even knowing the pain to come.
“Master, Master…” she sighed. She never cried during scenes but her eyes felt hot and prickly. She felt a few tears squeeze through her tightly-shut lids. How much more would he give her? How much more could she take? Her ass felt huge and hot, each stripe of the cane a throbbing weal. What she wanted more than anything was to be joined to him physically, to take his power and mastery into her body in the ultimate surrender. She wanted to cry, “When will you fuck me?” but he didn’t want that. She understood that he didn’t want her demands and greediness, her horny weakness. He wanted her control. He wanted her to be a dignified, well-behaved slave.
So yeah, that’s about how they get on. Very…very much…into each other. In the coming weeks I’ll have more info for you, and a blurb, hopefully. I’m writing the last couple chapters now and then I’ll get to editing and I’ll have more to share.
In the meantime, I’ll be participating in a “Pillow Talk” discussion in the BDSM group on Goodreads on Wednesday, November 13, to talk about their Bedtime Stories audio clip of Fever Dream, and also any other questions you want to post. So if you’re in that group, be sure to stop by, as I’ll be visiting the discussion frequently! I’ll be tweeting and Facebooking about it, so stay tuned!