In case you haven’t heard there are BIG things happening in the world of erotica, especially for those of us who write the kinkier variety. Whether you love or hate the Fifty Shades books or fall somewhere in between, there’s no denying the impact these books have had on readers, and the domino effect has hit the publishing industry hard!
Luckily for me (or maybe not so much luck as just what comes naturally) I’ve been writing BDSM for years. My novel THE DARK GARDEN (written as Eden Bradley) was first released in 2007, and is now getting a whole new life with it’s upcoming print re-release (the re-release is already available digitally) and it’s gorgeous, sleek new cover, which will be available at Target and other retail stores in September.
I didn’t stop with THE DARK GARDEN—I’ve been writing kink ever since. My latest, TEMPTATION’S EDGE, is out today and it’s my third ‘Eve Berlin’ book. These books are a bit more romance-centered and commercial in tone than many of my ‘Eden’ books, but the core is still BDSM told from a true-to-life perspective. I make no secret of the fact that I’ve been involved in BDSM practice most of my adult life, and I think it makes a difference in the heart and psychology of the story. In my mind you have to ‘get’ power exchange in order to write it well, to write it believably. Of course, there are a talented handful of authors who write really excellent kink without (so they say) ever having practiced it themselves. But it’s obvious the desire and the mindset are there.
The desire and the mindset are definitely there for my characters, Mischa and Connor. She’s dipped her toes in the San Francisco fet scene, but it’s not until she meets Connor at her best friend’s engagement party in Seattle that things get more serious—Connor is a man who is very serious about his kink. He’s utterly commanding, with one of those deep voices laced with an Irish accent just to stir things up. And he’s that flawless combination of a man who will flog you until you cry, then kiss the tears away while whispering what a good girl you are. Lovely, yes?
There are some interesting scenes in this book. I didn’t want to rely entirely on the classic spankings and floggings you see so often in BDSM erotica, even though these are a staple because they’re so much fun! But I also brought into their play a lot of pinching and grabbing of flesh in strong hands…if this is something you haven’t tried, then you must imagine the varying levels of pain one can achieve depending on the amount of skin gripped, the tenderness of the area…oh, yes, this can a very interesting technique. I won’t give away any more—the element of surprise—mind fuck, if you will—is always an important part of the power dynamic. And the best writing is about ‘showing’, not ‘telling’, so here’s a look at TEMPTATION’S EDGE.
What happens when you let yourself fall…
Mischa Kennon isn’t one to take it lying down, at least not until she meets sexy Connor Galloway , a green-eyed Irishman with an air of authority she finds hard to resist. While performing duties as maid of honor to her best friend, Mischa indulges in a casual relationship with Connor. She’s surprised by the thrill of his dominance, and lusts for more feisty battles before surrender.
…over the edge
It’s all fun and games in the BDSM Pleasure Dome Club, until Mischa realizes Connor could master her heart.
…and into temptation?
If she gives in to desire, will it be too much to handle, or will it open her to a kind of love she never thought possible?
She heard him—sensed him—stepping back, away from her, then there was a pause in which she drew in a long breath and held it. She waited, her skin alive, as though every nerve ending was on high alert. She let her breath out, drew in another. And again, she waited while the music beat a sensual cadence around her. Behind the music were the sounds of other people: voices talking in low tones, sighs, moans of pain or pleasure. The sounds that were particular to this sort of place: The quiet hiss of ropes moving, the clink of metal on metal, the slap of leather floggers.
Still she waited for something to happen. She let her breath go, stopped thinking so much about it. Made a conscious effort to slow her hammering heartbeat. To calm her nerves. To block out the sounds of the club and look within.
Her body was simmering, a low, steady beat of desire. A thrum of anticipation so strong it felt like electricity in her veins. An acute awareness of Connor standing behind her, as if he were almost a part of her body, so that knowing he was there did nothing to pull her back out of herself, away from this inner exploration.
She felt beautiful. Turned on to an almost ridiculous degree. Lost in need.
She let out her next breath on a long sigh. And before her lungs had emptied there was a sharp snap in the air and an even sharper sting on the left cheek of her ass.
It was followed immediately by Connor moving in to cup his big palm over the sting.
He didn’t say anything, just stepped back after a moment and hit her again.
This time she was less surprised by it. More able to let her body sink into the sensation. A small crop, she thought, from the light weight of it on her flesh. He hit her again, a little harder this time, and for some reason it made her smile.
Oh, this is where we really get into it.
It was what she wanted. Needed.
Another stinging rasp, then another. He was picking up the speed, working in a criss-cross pattern over her buttocks and thighs. With each stroke pleasure rose, as though embedded in the stinging sensation itself. She was squirming just a little, just enough to absorb the impact, to ride out the surges of pleasure.
He began to hit her harder. Harder and harder, until she was breathless with it. Finally, one really hard nick with the leather tip of the crop and she cried out.
His arms were immediately around her waist, his enormous body pressing into her from behind. His hands went to her breasts. He caressed them lightly, his fingertips dragging over her skin, then circling the nipples.
“You’re doing very well,” he whispered into her hair. “Amazing, to see the way you respond. Just like this…”
He pinched both nipples with hard fingers, and she jumped, her eyes flying open.
A low chuckle from him. “Ah, I love to see that. I love to bring you pain, almost as much as I love to bring you pleasure.”
His hand smoothed down, over her belly, between her thighs, where he found her clit right away. She arched her hips into his hand as he rolled the rigid flesh between his fingers.
“Tell me, darlin’, are you wet for me?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“I’ll have to see for myself.” He slipped his hand into the wet heat between her thighs, his fingers pushing inside her. “Ah, beautiful.”
“What is it?”
Another low chuckle from him, then he let her go, moved away from her again, making her groan in disappointment. She could barely stand it, his teasing of her. The way her cuffed ankles forced her thighs apart, the air cool on her soaking pussy.
He began again, a slow volley of smacks with a flogger this time—she knew it by the feel of thick suede on her back. He used a criss-cross motion again. It didn’t really hurt at first. It was simply a means for her to fall into a rhythm as he kept time with the music playing through the speakers. She closed her eyes again. Let herself sink into the fall of leather on her flesh. Although thinking of it as ‘letting’ was silly, she thought from the far-off place in her head. She was helpless against it: the rhythm, the pleasure, the need for exactly what he was doing to her.
It went on for a long time, it seemed, before he began to use a faster pace, to hit harder. The thud of the flogger became sharper, the impact making her body bow. When he moved it lower, smacking her hard across the ass, she yelped. He stopped while she stamped her feet, pain reverberating through her body like an echo. A stinging heat. A strange sort of ecstasy. And after the pain was a rush of endorphins, making her float.
He let her sail on the chemicals flooding her brain for a few moments before he struck her again. Another hard hit, the flogger biting into her flesh. She handled it better this time, in silence. And again he let her ride out the pain, allowing her time to revel in the chemical rush, the pure pleasure of it. The pride in being able to take it.
He struck again, a powerful blow. Her body moved under the heavy impact, but she remained silent, even as pleasure flooded her body, surged through her.
She felt the small trickle of her own juices slip down the inside of one thigh.
He was behind her again, his hands on her, and she curved her back, pressing into his body. Felt his erection through the denim of his jeans against the crease at the top of her buttocks.
He wrapped one arm around her waist again, his hand splayed across her stomach. The other hand he used to smooth over the sore skin of her back, up and down her spine, soothing her. Then he did something that was entirely new for her. He took the soft skin at her side, just below her underarm, and grabbed it, pinching it hard.
“Does it hurt you, sweetheart?”
“But is it good?”
Her mind was spinning, her body cycling through pain and pleasure so quickly she could barely keep track of which sensation was which. “Yes…it’s good.”
He did it again, fast, aggressively, grabbing and pressing handfuls of skin in his big hand, letting go, moving down and doing it again, then up again, until she was squirming hard against his arm, unable to hold still. She was panting as the pain got worse. And just when she was certain she couldn’t take any more, he stopped, his hand slipping around her to massage her aching, swollen clitoris, flooding her with pure pleasure. At the same time he placed soft, tender kisses at the back of her neck, the top of her spine, between her shoulder blades, making her body, her heart, melt.
TEMPTATION’S EDGE is available now at all of your usual retail outlets in both print and e-book formats! Visit my websites for more information about all three books in my ‘Edge’ series, PLEASURE’S EDGE, DESIRE’S EDGE and TEMPTATION’S EDGE, and about all my books: EveBerlin.com or EdenBradley.com
GIVEWAY! Talk to me here about the kinds of scenes you most love to see in a BDSM story—is it a flogging scene? Scenes that are more the power exchange of D/s in nature? Or the harder stuff, like needle play, electrical play, pony play?
I’ll give away a copy of my BDSM e-novella SANCTUARY to one winner tonight!
Award-winning author Eve Berlin aka Eden Bradley writes dark, edgy erotic fiction, often BDSM or other kinks. An out of the closet switch, Eve/Eden has spoken about writing erotica and especially BDSM fiction at writer’s groups and conferences all over the country, as well as on Playboy Radio. Her books have been translated into numerous languages, including German, French, Spanish, Romanian, Portuguese and Japanese, and her acclaimed novel THE DARK GARDEN will appear this year as a graphic novel in Japan. Her Eve Berlin books will soon be translated into Czech and Slavic, and she will be making her first European appearance for the release of these books next year.
She lives in Hollywood, where she loves to wander museums and indulge in her obsessions with shoes and tattoos.
Temptation’s Edges: http://eveberlin.com/books/temptations-edge/