I like to think that living a BDSM lifestyle is a well rounded experience, I believe reading a BDSM novel should be the same. When I sit my spankable ass in a chair or tie myself to the bed, eBook reader in hand, I want to know that I’ll be satisfied when I’m finish. Unfortunately sometimes I’m not, but then I guess that’s just life. When I read I like to choose books I can relate too. They need to have a good storyline to hold my interest, maybe some unexpected twists and turns. If the novel includes elements of the BDSM lifestyle then I want them to ring true, to resonate within me as believable. I want the story to be a reflection of how my friends and I live our Kinky lives.
I’ve been a sub for nearly fifteen years now. My natural state is to submit, to serve and to let a dominant male take the lead. That doesn’t mean I’m a doormat, it doesn’t mean I don’t have opinions and, when I’m in a D/s relationship, it doesn’t mean that I blindly do everything I’m told. The word brat possibly springs to mind for some of you, but that’s a different blog. What being involved in the Kink community and living a BSDM lifestyle means for me is, having a relationship with someone opposite in nature (a Dom), and participating in all the sexual and submissive trappings that go hand in and with that. It means working as an author, running a household, and living in the vanilla world as a productive member of that community. I have friends that are into BDSM and friends that aren’t. I’m open about the lifestyle I lead, and understand that some friends find me a little different. That’s okay with me, we’re all different. I believe I lead a fulfilling and well rounded life, and because of that, I want the characters in the books I read to be the same. Kinky people leading normal lives.
Mercifully the days of literature demonizing those who lead a kinky lifestyle is almost gone. There are more books being published that include kinky elements. Spanking during sex scenes is becoming common practice in a lot of erotic romances, whether they’re marketed as BDSM or not. Characterizations and storylines are evolving. Yes there are still books that sell as BDSM romances that turn out to be no more than a series BDSM scenes strung together. Alternately, there are still those stories where Dom/Dommes, subs, Master/Mistresses’ and slaves are only in those roles because of some trauma in childhood, or they are conflicted about being involved in BDSM because it isn’t normal. Slowly authors appear to be moving away from that style of writing as well, and I’m glad. I’m glad because I’m normal. I want my lifestyle to be represented within the world of literature not only in a positive light, but also as an acceptable and legitimate way to live if that’s what I choose.
I embrace the notion of Kinky people leading normal lives. When I write an erotic romance involving the BDSM lifestyle, that’s the philosophy I work with. Hopefully with my novel, Finding Angel, I’ve been able to convey the idea of just that. My characters (or some of them) are members of the Kink community. They have regular lives, their friends are people who practice BDSM and who don’t. Of course Angel does get herself on an underworld figures hit list, which doesn’t happen too many of us, but every book needs a little drama. The novel falls into a few different genres including suspense, contemporary, ménage and BDSM. As a result, I hope it’s a well rounded reading experience. I’d like to think that when you sit your spankable ass in a chair or tie yourself to the bed, with your eBook reader in hand, that you’ll come away satisfied when you finish reading it.
About the Author
I live on the fringe of both Sydney and the Southern Highlands in NSW, Australia. I have enjoyed writing throughout different periods of my life, but it is only now that I have the ability to work on it in a full time capacity. I love the imagery the written word creates in one’s mind and therefore I am an avid reader as well as an author.
At the end of 2010, after many years of working in the “real” world, I finally decided to make writing my career. Finding Angel is my first novel to be published.
I am pleased that I’m finally able to give the characters that swirl around my head on a constant basis the opportunity to put themselves down on paper, and hopefully entertain others as much as they amuse me.
Blurb and Excerpt from Finding Angel [link to buy]
Angel Wylde is a woman with a complicated existence, a damaging past, and a desire to be normal. Unfortunately, what’s normal to Angel is unconventional to the rest of us. A crime boss will kill to get an incriminating ledger from her. Detective Steve Jax also wants the ledger from Angel, but the infuriating woman has disappeared.
Christian and Daniel Shore, Steve’s two best friends, don’t know about the ledger. They just want Angel. A chance meeting has them taking her home and deciding she is the only woman for them—yes, both of them. Obviously, Angel isn’t the only one with unconventional desires. So who does Angel trust? Two kinky Doms she just met, a cop she doesn’t know anything about, or a nasty crime boss? Trusting all of them may save her life, and falling in love with two Dominant brothers is the icing on the cake.
Angel felt like she wanted to scream. She needed more than gentle touching. For some reason she was hornier than usual. She had been since she’d woken. As much as she loved being turned on with gentle strokes and caresses, tonight it just added to the fire that had simmered inside her all day. She wanted to be taken, and she wanted it now. Her cunt hadn’t lost the heat of their morning fuck session so she didn’t need to be teased to arousal. She was already there.
Christian joined them on the bed, and Angel felt his hand ease under the lace of her pants. His fingers teased open her lips and slowly made their way to her clit. God, she wanted him to rip her pants from her while Daniel tore away her bra, she wanted them to take her with force, and she wanted to be filled with both of them and filled now.
“Grrr,” Angel growled, looking over at Christian as she tried to pull Daniel closer to her hard nipple, wanting to feel the bite of his teeth against it.
“Fuck it, Christian rip my pants off, tear them off, and fuck me now,” she demanded.
Obviously it didn’t have the effect she was after as both men eased back, removing the touch from her body altogether. She kicked her legs against the mattress and screamed in frustration.
“Are you throwing a tantrum?” Christian laughed down at her as he licked the wetness from his fingers.
“Yes.” Angel sat up and pulled off her bra and then her pants. “I want to be fucked hard, now, or I’m going to explode.”
Angel pushed Daniel backward and attempted to straddle him, only to feel her body being lifted up and off the bed by Christian. Angel could feel the tip of Christian’s erection brush against her bottom as he held her, back firmly against his hard body, feet dangling in the air.
“Ask nicely,” Christian spoke into her ear before skimming his lips over the softness of her neck.
“Bite me,” Angel snapped back at him, trying to wriggle out of the tight hold he had on her. She felt his lips part slightly and stilled in his arms as his teeth sank into her neck, biting hard and sucking her flesh in between them. The pain was exhilarating as she screamed and moaned in delight.
“Yes,” she whimpered as her hand rose up to push his face harder against her neck. As soon as she spoke, Christian released her flesh from between his teeth and laughed as she growled at him once again.
“Wylde by name, wild by nature. Or so it seems tonight anyway,” he joked, staring over at Daniel who was still on the bed wearing nothing but a wry smile.
“So you want this?” Daniel asked Angel as he eased himself back onto one elbow, stretching out on the bed, his hard cock reaching up into the air as he massaged it with his hand. “But you don’t want to ask for it nicely,” he stated in amusement.
“What’s got you so horny tonight, my love?” Christian asked, easing her feet onto the floor but still holding her firmly.
“I need you both inside me. I’m so horny I could die at any minute. I’ve been horny all day, and I want you to fuck me now!” Angel stamped her foot and screamed the last part of her statement, only to hear both men laugh as she did.
“Let me get this straight.” The smirk on Daniel’s face was more annoying than the fact he had begun to stroke his cock, or at least Angel thought so until she saw a glisten of pre-cum seep from the end of it. “After all the emotional events of the day, you are refusing a night of gentle lovemaking and demanding we just fuck you?”
“Bingo,” Angel stated as she slammed her heel down onto the top of Christian’s foot and slipped from his arms, diving toward Daniel lounging on the bed.
“Fuck that hurt,” Christian yelled as he reached for Angel, taking hold of her by the arm and stopping her escape.
Her knees were already on the bed by the time he reclaimed her, and Christian allowed her to fall forward as he quickly administer three hard smacks onto her bare bottom. Angel screamed, her hand going immediately to the red heated spot on her butt cheek.
That was definitely not a spanking for play. That was more like you’ve been a bad girl punishment kind of smack.
Christian released Angel as she rolled over onto her back, her hand still pressed against the mark on her butt.
“Ouch,” she pouted, looking up at Christian.
“Ouch,” Christian replied, pointing to his foot.
“So you need to be fucked, Angel.” Daniel dragged her to the centre of the bed. “Hard and fast, no foreplay, no gentle teasing?” Angel nodded her head, desire flaming behind her emerald eyes.
“On one condition, no holes barred.” Christian looked down at her as she lay naked in the centre of the bed. “Do you understand me, sweetie? We take you any way we want.”