Gee, what’s left right?
Plenty apparently. There are whips and floggers and blindfolds. And crops and anal plugs and spreader bars…oh, yeah. Plenty. It took me all of less than a half-dozen releases to cross over into the realm of BDSM. I had arrived. What else was there? I felt like singing along with Peter Gabriel…Big Time!! Then wouldn’t you know it, my characters once again became restless…I gritted my teeth and held off. They are not winning. I kept telling myself that like it was a mantra. I would shout at this newbie muse that had arrived.
“Go away, Bronwyn!! Arwen and I were perfectly normal until YOU got here.”
Then my hands would go over my ears and I’d stomp away only to look up and the little vixen would be standing right in front of me with an e-veel grin.
“Damn it! What do you want now? I’ve beat my characters, I’ve tied them up, I’ve mindfucked them until they are probably afraid to surface around here. Now what?”
“They need more players.”
“’Scuse me?”
“They. Need. More. Players.”
Was she actually demanding I cross another freaking line? But of course she was. Constantly luring me, taunting me to leave my comfort zone. Fine! After a few more of her pokes and prods, she won. I wrote a short story ménage piece.
“Satisfied, Bronwyn?”
“For now.”
I went back to life as normal. General contemporary romance, some erotic, and of course a steamy BDSM piece. I was really beginning to like that stuff. Then wouldn’t you know it…Bronwyn started tapping her little booted foot again. Ga-reat! What now?!
“There’s this woman named Zoey, yeah, and she has it bad for her three best friends from childhood…yeah, Dane, Jack and Ryan….”
I used to think I had all these invisible lines, and I would NEVER cross them…so much for lines. After I submitted Three for Keeps to editing, I went back to Assumed Identity, an unfinished WIP, and lo and behold, Bronwyn started pushing me toward another one. You won’t get any same sex romance in that one, but don’t hold your breath for future works…she’s really pushing her luck…
Zoey Matthews is in love. She’s been in love since the day she was dropped off by a social worker at yet another foster home on a back country road miles from nowhere, Missouri. At age ten, she met the men of her dreams. Over the course of sixteen years, Dane Cardwell, Jack Devereux and Ryan Wilkins fell in love with her, too. They’ve each told her they love her, they’ve shown her and each man has gone so far as to ask her to marry him. But what they don’t know is Zoey loves them all.
Her game of kiss and not tell all comes crashing down around her the night of her graduation from veterinary school and Zoey runs for the mountains. Of Colorado. Hoping to outrun her obsession with three men and forget them all together, she stays gone for ten years. But the wound has never healed. In fact, it's done nothing but fester. Needing to clear the air, Zoey agrees to spend a few days back home with the boys never imagining it would turn into a week filled with comparison sex as Dane, Jack and Ryan each try to get Zoey to choose between them and their varied tastes.
When she finally tells the truth, a truth only one of them has known all along, Zoey fears the foursome will never be able to make a sharing relationship work. After all, aren't there just too many personalities and desires to sort through? Add in the kink factor and things get really complicated. Zoey’s not convinced the truth has any merit, but there's one thing she knows for sure…this time she's playing for keeps.
Please enjoy a short excerpt:
“Hands, sweetheart,” he said, understanding her confusion. “On the bed with you. On your back, arms over your head.”
While Zoey climbed up in the middle of the bed, Dane finished undressing then stood beside the edge literally razing her with his eyes. She wondered what he was thinking. Was he repulsed by all of her artwork? She’d developed a bit of a pudge around her middle and her butt was a bit bigger than it used to be from too many months of being on the road and eating fast food and nachos from concession stands. Beers and shots in local dives hadn’t helped matters either. Maybe he was put off by that? Time hadn’t done anything but age Dane like a fine wine.
Before she got too used to how beautiful Dane really was, she had to remind herself this plan might just blow up in her face. This could very well just be a few days of wild, abandoned sex and when she announced she couldn’t choose and they refused her real request, she’d go back to her life and they’d go back to theirs. Except this time it was for keeps. This time Zoey wouldn’t accept their repeated calls. If this backfired, she’d come to the resolve that she would break it off clean and end all their misery. After several seconds of her laying out on the bed like a buffet for Dane’s eyes, she couldn’t take his silence anymore.
“Dane?” she whispered. “What’s wrong?”
“Shhh,” he hushed. “Nothing’s wrong, baby. Just gettin’ my fill.”
He walked around the bed, eyeing her from all angles before stopping at the foot and crawling up between her legs and stopping, putting his hands on either side of her and caging her in. Staring into her eyes, he brought his head down and swiped her lips with his tongue before taking the bottom one between his teeth, biting and tugging. When she opened to catch her faltering breath, he took her mouth, his tongue gliding along hers in a seductive dance of wet heat. He left her mouth and trailed kisses down her jaw then blazed a path down her throat to the hollow where he sucked with a firm force until a delicious fiery pain ran down her chest. Leaving her throat, he moved down to the tiny hoop in her nipple, running his tongue through it, toying with it. When she wiggled and gasped, he smiled against her skin and chuckled.
“You should get the other one done,” Dane said, moving further down. “Lots of interesting things we could do with them both pierced.”
He stopped over her belly and leaned back on his heels, looking at her with his brows knitted together. It made Zoey self-conscious and she twisted, trying to get out of the line of his eye sight.
“Stop.” He grabbed her hips and held her still. “What’s wrong?”
She avoided his gaze and remained silent.
“Talk to me, Zoey. That’s one of the rules. Honesty.”
“Does it turn you off?” she asked, her head turned away from him.
“What?” Dane pried, pulling at her chin with his forefinger and thumb until she faced him.
“My ink. And. And my pudge.” Color bloomed up her jaw and crept clear to her hairline. She hadn’t really contemplated the possibility that her men might not like what they saw once she was naked.
“God no. I love your ink. It’s beautiful. And you’re not pudgy, Zoey. I don’t like stick thin women. I can’t be as rough with them for fear they might snap in two. You. You’re built to take it,” Dane praised, running his hands down her sides and squeezing her hips. “You have an unbelievably spankable ass, sweetheart. One I intend to take full advantage of.”
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2 comments:
Loved the post! I thought I was the only one who felt like I was being pushed out of my comfort level by writing certain words and scenes!!! Guess not! I still haven't made it as far as you, but maybe I'll meet you on the more wild side eventually.
Hi Mike! Thanks! Nope not just you believe me. I do think you have to be totally comfortable when you step out of your zone or it'll come off as contrived. Make sure you're totally ready so it'll come off with realism...you'll know when, would be glad to have you on the wild side. :)
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