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I have just finished a novella called ‘Pleasing Mia’ which has been accepted by Rebel Ink Press. So l suppose l am putting myself about a bit!
I started writing in this genre last May (2011) and l am very pleased with the way things have snowballed for me. I certainly still have a lot to learn but l am enjoying the journey! I particularly enjoy meeting other authors on social networking sites such as Face book and Twitter.
Is this sounding a bit too much like a CV?
I live in the North of England, deep in the countryside and l often find inspiration from looking out at the green fields, not that there are couples having sex out there, at least l don’t think so!
I don’t think l specialise in a particular sub genre, though it is often M/F with a touch of sexual control. I also write many of my stories in the first person, l just find it easier to put myself in that position and write about how l might react if l was that person. I like stories with enigmatic characters, l do like to write with emotion, but find that easier to achieve in longer pieces. I also love to write poetry.
I would love to give you an excerpt from ‘Pleasing Mia’ but it won’t be available until the summer. So instead here is ‘Master Me, Master You’:
A quiet afternoon in a café leads to a chance meeting with Tom, an enigmatic man with a dark compelling nature. His arrogant sexual demands grow in their intensity until a visit to his neglected apartment reveals an even darker side of him that Jenna is powerless to resist. This book is attended for Adults only and contains strong language and explicit sex.
“Stand up.” he said.
I stood and brushed down my skirt. It was short and frilly, pretty and lacy stopping about four inches above my knees.
“Turn around.” he said.
I took a step forward and then turned slowly around, the soft material swayed outwards before falling perfectly back into place.
“Very nice.” he said finally, and l inwardly breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Our walk around the park was much better that day; he wrapped a protective arm around me and held me close. We smiled, we chatted, and we laughed.
He told me a little bit about himself and asked me many questions, things like where did l like to go, what movies did I like, and all the usual normal things that new acquaintances might ask. Looking back now l realise that he didn’t actually give too much away about himself, no personal details at all. In retrospect l suppose he was probing me, his tone was quite clinical. Did l live alone? How recent was my previous boyfriend? This one excited me; did it mean that he wanted to be my current boyfriend? He wasn’t exactly boyfriend material, but maybe he was just a little shy? All his questions were directed at me with one of his curious stares, intensity was his middle name.
When, once again he checked his watch and informed me that he had to leave, he swept me up into his arms, kissed me fervently and slipped one hand swiftly up my skirt then back down. This movement was so quick l wasn’t sure if l had imagined it at first. Then he leaned back looked hard into my eyes and said,
“Next time leave the panties at home.”
As l watched him walk away l felt my cheeks colour. How dare he treat me like this? What was wrong with me? I would not be here to meet this arrogant man tomorrow or any other time.
But, of course, l was.
Thank you so much for having me along today, it’s great to get away from the laptop for awhile! Come on over to my place, bring wine!