Romance novels have been a not-so-guilty pleasure of mine since forever. In college, I would pray to get stuck at the train crossing just so I could get a few more pages in before class. Now, I keep one stashed in my purse at all times. Thankfully, I’ve started listening to audiobooks in the car, so I don’t have horns blaring at me any more when the red light turns to green! Plus, there’s really no better way to get through a root canal than to listen to a hot erotic scene on your phone while the dentist is doing his thing.
It was only natural for my writing to go in the Romance direction. Erotic romance was only a small skip down the romance road, and one that I am having a blast traveling down. Not just because I get to play out fantasies on paper, but because there are so many places to go within the genre. The characters could have a heavy kink element to their relationship, they could have a light Domination/submission aspect or they could just like to get down and dirty in the bedroom, and I get to play in whichever sandbox I chose! Decisions! Decisions!
I think I have the most fun writing erotic romance because D/s a part of my life outside of my writing. Recently, I was asked if I felt a responsibility to portray the lifestyle in true form, and my answer is yes. I feel an obligation not only to the members of the BDSM community, but also to my readers. There is romance in daily Dominant/submissive relationships. There is love and passion. There is also some really hot, kinky sex. I like showing the reality of it all.
Hidden Heart, Windy City Series Book 1
Jessica isn't looking for a fairytale. She holds no hopes for prince charming to sweep her off of her feet. Royce has no desire to sweep Jessica anywhere. His only intention is to claim her, body and soul. But Jessica has a wall around her heart, and it will take a lot more than sensual play times for him to be allowed entrance. He takes up the challenge to seek out her Hidden Heart.
“Take your clothes off,” he instructed and left the room before she could argue.
Jessica stood staring at the stool for a moment, worried about what was about to happen. Other than a playful swat to her backside here and there, they hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary, at least physically, on their dates. Reminding herself that she had begun this journey of exploration and she would see it through, she began to remove her clothing.
When Royce returned, she stood behind the stool, her arms crossed over her chest. In an attempt to keep her modesty, she clenched her legs together.
He shook his head as he brought a small cloth bag to the coffee table. “Let me see you.” He stood over her.
Although she was at least a head shorter than him, until he stood over her naked body, she didn’t feel petite.
She looked away, toward the hallway he had just emerged from and dropped her arms to her sides and stood with her legs straight.
“Sit on the stool.” He was giving short commands, but his voice held a softness that comforted her.
Jessica slid onto the stool, keeping her hands folded in her lap and her feet on the lower bar of the stool. She watched him open the cloth bag and pour colored clothespins onto the table. She chewed the inside of her lip while watching him sort them into colored groups—green, blue, red, and white.
“Doing laundry?” she attempted a joke.
He grinned up at her from over his shoulder and continued with his work. Finally finished, he stood up and pulled a thick, black strip of fabric from the back pocket of his jeans.
“No laundry, but remind me later to tell you about what a friend did with his submissive and some clothespins when she kept forgetting to do the laundry.”
He played with the fabric in his hand, and she shifted in her seat. “We are going to play a memory game. I’m going to place these clothespins on your breasts. When I do so, I will tell you what color I’m placing. Your job is to remember what color is where. Then I’ll ask you to tell me what color a particular pin is. If you remember right, pleasure will be yours. If you get it wrong, the pin will be removed unpleasantly.”
Her face paled as he explained the game. “It will hurt,” she stated the obvious.
“Yes, but only a little. My intention isn’t to injure you. It’s to play.” He ran the back of his hand down the length of her nose.
She found the action oddly comforting.
“You’ll see. The good and bad mix together, until you aren’t really sure where one stops and the other begins and then it all just feels good.” His smile was reassuring.
“Okay.” She nodded and closed her eyes. He tied the fabric tightly behind her head. Her breathing became deep and controlled.
“This one is blue.”
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