Welcome Trent, it's so nice, and rare, to have a male perspective on WWW.
Bringing along a medical BDSM title is a special treat. Santa must have had Maddie listed twice on the naughty list this year.
(Only twice! I must be slipping.)
What's more fun than a sexy doctor having you strip naked and telling you in a deep, authoritative voice things like, "Open your mouth, wider," or "Just relax", or "Put you hands up by your head so I can examine your breasts", or "Let your knees fall open". All real quotes from my real doctors while in a paper gown. Okay, maybe that isn't so much fun in a real exam room, but in our sweetest, sexiest fantasies, if he said, "this won't hurt a bit", how many of us would be disappointed?
So, Dr. Evans is in and will see us now. Let's get on with the exam and see what he has up his sleeve today.
Blurb:
Dr. Dane McKendrick is tired of his twenty-four-year-old receptionist,
Amity Derrington, failing to take her job seriously. Amity is beautiful and smart,
but the rich, spoiled girl clearly needs a firm hand, and when she shows up
late for work and hung over yet again, Dane lets her know that from now on her
behavior will have consequences.
It isn’t long before Amity puts Dane’s warning to the test,
and she soon ends up over his knee for a long, hard, bare-bottom spanking. But she’s
completely unprepared for the strong emotions that overwhelm her as she dangles
over the stern doctor’s lap, and though the painful chastisement brings her to
tears, Dane’s attentions turn her on more than she ever imagined possible.
More embarrassing still, when Dane learns the extent to
which she has neglected her annual check-ups, Amity quickly finds herself
receiving the most intimate, thorough exam of her life. But when Amity learns
the full truth about Dane, will she be able to give him everything he wants?
And if Amity’s father—who happens to be the most prominent man on the hospital
board—finds out about their new relationship, will it cost Dane his job?
Publisher’s Note: The Doctor and the Naughty Girl is an
erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, anal
play, BDSM content, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy
this book.
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“Come on, time to talk,” he said, marching her from the
door, pulling up on her arm as if she were a little girl, then shoving her into
a seat at the table.
“Dane, what the hell!”
She knew she’d pay for it, but the words just blurted before
she had a chance to shut her mouth. His grip hurt!
Rather than move around to the other side of the table to
take a seat himself, Dane simply stood there, a mere foot away, glaring down at
her from his great height. The black button down shirt he wore lovingly
accentuated every plane of his broad shoulders, every bulge of muscle of his
strong chest. The hint of blue of five o’clock shadow shaded his square jaw.
She couldn’t help but wonder how its roughness would feel against her own skin.
“What the hell was that this morning?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she thrust her
chin up, meeting his gaze. “I was late, but it wasn’t my fault. I already told
you that.”
“You’ve been doing so well, Amity. And now this.” His jaw
clenched. “I want to know why.”
“Why do you want to know?” She crossed her arms. “You’d
still think it was my fault, no matter what I told you. And you still wouldn’t
do anything about it.”
Amity, don’t push him.
She had to though. This was part of this… whatever the fuck
this was. The arrangement. Yes, she feared being punished, but things were
evolving into a lot more than being disciplined for her misdeeds. When he’d
kissed her out there, she’d been shocked to the marrow of her bones. It was as
if that one deed had confirmed for her what she’d been feeling for weeks, what
kept her distracted during the day, awake at night. This was very, very sexual
— for both of them. Even though she still had no idea what she was really
doing, she wanted more.
She wanted more of him.
“You’re confused about something.” He stepped closer, so
close she could feel the heat of his body. She wanted nothing more than to hug
herself tight to him, to let him do his worst.
“I’m not confused about anything. You’re not holding up your
end of the bargain, Dane.” Heat prickled at the corners of her eyes, but she
didn’t let her gaze waver. “You’ve asked me to do this, to obey you, to let you
help me. And I have. But when you don’t… do what you’re supposed to do, it’s all
bullshit. It’s all wrong.”
His gaze softened at that, and the corners of his mouth
lifted slightly. “So that’s it.”
“What’s it?”
Amity knew she was digging the hole deep, but desperate
times called for desperate measures. If she had to push him, then so be it. She
was a tough girl. She could take it.
His hands closed upon her upper arms, tight, and he yanked
her to her feet as if she were light as a feather, his face bearing down on
hers. His warm breath brushed her cheek.
“Before you came in here, I’d resolved myself to just
lecturing you, maybe writing you up. Then sending you on your way. But seeing
you like this? I was wrong.” He kissed her again, savagely this time, crushing
his mouth to hers, nipping her lip as he pulled away, growling. “I know what you
need now. But first thing’s first.”
He spun her around so fast, it disoriented her for a moment,
her hair flying in her face. He kicked her chair away, the thud against the
carpet as it toppled over making her jerk. Her thighs pressed to the edge of
the table as he crowded up against her back. His hands reached around her,
clasping her throat in a firm grip, enough to feel the pressure against her
pulse. His other hand took hold of her breast, squeezing cruelly, making Amity
hiss at the sharp pain.
“This is your last chance, Amity. If you think this is what
you want, this is the last chance you’ve got to step away from the edge. Say
the word now and this ends — all of it. Last chance, girl. I mean it.”
Her belly tightened each time his thumb coursed over the
hard point of her nipple, prominent even through the fabric of her top.
I hope you know what you’re doing.
She kept quiet, feeling the quickening beat of her pulse
against the hand clasping her throat. She looked back at him, studying those
dark eyes. Then she gave him the tiniest of nods, her heart in her throat.
His hand released her throat, then twisted in the hair at
the back of her head, wrenching her back, her face toward the ceiling. His
whisper tickled the hair at her temple.
“Good choice.”
Dane pushed her over, his heavy hand pressing her to the
table so hard she let out a gasp.
“Lay your hands on the table. Above your head. More.” He
pressed her down harder, and she squeaked, stretching her arms along the
tabletop. She laid her cheek against the cold polished wood.
“Don’t move,” he murmured as he worked at the button of her
pants, his other hand still holding her down.
Oh my god.
“What are you… doing?”
“Keep that smart mouth shut, Amity. I don’t want to hear
anything out of it except ‘Yes, sir’ or ‘No, sir’, you got me?”
A shudder ran through her body, her nipples hardening
against the hard tabletop. “Yes, sir.”
He loosened the tight slacks but couldn’t move them down
much with one hand. He leaned over her, the bulge of his erection against her bottom.
“You move from that table and you’ll regret it. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.” Her voice was a frightened murmur.
Then he had both hands hooked in her pants, working them
down, her naked bottom jiggling mortifyingly as he bared it. He stopped,
snapping one of her garters.
“Forget something this morning?”
“I don’t… no, sir.”
She’d chosen not to wear panties, not even thinking about it
consciously as she’d dressed that morning. She knew if she thought about it too
much, too directly, she’d lose her nerve. So she’d done it, as if on autopilot,
hoping it was pleasing to him — even as she had no idea how he might react.
“Interesting,” he said, fingers tracing the line of each
garter down to the tops of her stockings. He worked her slacks the rest of the
way down her legs, pulling them from each heel. His foot tapped at the insides
of her feet.
“Wider.”
Amity swallowed hard, moving her legs shoulder width apart.
“Straighten your legs now. Hollow your back, and turn those
heels out.”
Her cheek burned hot against the tabletop as she obeyed,
realizing he’d be able to see her arousal, the undeniable truth of what his
harsh treatment was doing to her.
Fingers played along the hot wetness of her slit, then
spread her buttocks wide, making her whimper. Nobody had ever done that to her
before, and her face flamed as she felt the weight of his gaze on that most
private of places. A finger touched her bottom hole and she yelped.
“Oh, please…”
“Shh, relax,” he said, his voice thick. His finger circled
the sensitive flesh of her anus, the tip worrying the opening gently.
“Pretty
little ass, and all on display for me too. Your pussy is so wet, Amity, you’re
practically dripping.” His fingers slipped between the lips of her sex,
gathering the damning evidence. “I think someone likes this.”
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(The Doctor and the Naughty Girl is also available as part of What the Doctor Ordered, part of 5 book boxed set, which is a real medical play bargain. Available as an individual title beginning 12/11/14)
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Maddie’s Intimate Authors Corner Questions.
Finally, <rubbing her hands together> another man in the hot seat. Bwah ha ha...
Just kidding, I'm easy. LOL
Maddie: What inspired you to take the plunge and write/publish that
first book?
Trent: This is going to sound stupid, but I honestly… don’t
remember, exactly. I’ve been writing for a long time, but basically up until
recently It was only for myself (I never thought it was near the quality I
thought “real” writers produced). I think I’d stumbled across an article on Joe
Konrath (this would’ve been December 2011 or so), and after losing about eight
hours reading the posts on his website, I thought “what the hell”, pulled out a
story called A Message of Love I’d written earlier that year, and gave it a
shot. I never really believed anyone would actually pay money to read my
writingJ
Maddie: It is a surreal experience, I agree. That people actually want to read your inner most thoughts and kinky fantasies. How much of your books are, based on your own personal
experiences?
Trent: Well, both the paranormal and my fantasy titles are
obviously 100% fiction. God, that would be sweet if that were real though…
Where was I? Oh, right. My contemporary stuff? There are a few things that are
based on personal experience – no, I won’t say which ones – but the vast
majority of it is pure fictionJ
Maddie: Awww, you mean Muurland doesn't exist? <crushed over here, giggles> Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to
grasp or is it simply an outlet for your deepest, darkest fantasies?
Trent: What a great question. My guess would be, it’s a
little of both. I try to embed a deeper message or theme into my novels, but
I’m not sure I always succeed with it. Considering the genres I write in, I’m
not sure that there’s really “room” for a lot of deeper meaning or symbolism.
I’m not exactly a lit-fic prose maestro hereJ
That said, the themes my novels almost always come back to are: lust (of
course), acceptance, finally knowing – and loving -- oneself, and most of all,
love.
There is definitely an element of exploring fantasies as
well, but there are some things in my novels that I’d actually pass on in real
life. Not many, granted, but there are some…
Maddie: I'd definitely be interested in learning those R/T limits, Trent. And acceptance and loving oneself does make you a prose maestro, what better message is there than that?
What is your biggest challenge as an author?
Trent: Too many ideas, too many “oh look, shiny!” plots, too
many projects I want to do “now, goddammit, now!” (ten points to anyone who
gets that reference…). Another problem I struggle with is the balancing act
between “art” and “commercial”. The arstiste dipshit part of me wants to write all
this literary stuff… that nobody would want to read. The commercial part of me
then pimp slaps the little artiste right outta the room.
Is there such a thing as literary dark dirty smut? Yeah, I’d
probably write that if commercial considerations went out the windowJ
Maddie: Oh, shoot. My son is great at movie trivia, where is he when I need him?
Reviews, getting them good or bad are a nature of the
business. What do you think about
reviews? Do you take them personally, use them as an opportunity for growth or
change, or do you just get royally pissed off??
Trent: Reviews are actually a fascinating part of this gig.
I can think of few other professions where you have such direct, honest, and
sometimes brutal, feedback from the people you’re trying to please – the
readers. I read all of my reviews, good, bad, or indifferent. I try to glean
whatever useful tidbit I can from the negative ones, and send virtual warm
fuzzies to the people who write the glowing ones J
I absolutely do NOT take them personally though. A review is
one person’s opinion about art – that’s it. It’s not an indictment of me as a
human being. It’s not my source of self-esteem, nor a reason to give up
writing.
It’s just an opinion.
I have writer friends who take reviews sooo personally, and
each time I hear them lament a stinging review, I tell them to check out every
single classic they can think of, look them up on Amazon, and read the brutal,
over the top take-downs left by readers. It’s all opinion – and one man’s trash
is another man’s treasure. Or in my case, one reader’s “There outta be a law
against this so-called writer inflicting his verbal plague upon humanity”, is
another’s “OMFG!! This awesomeness is insufficient to meet my current needs. I
must have MOAR!!!”.
There is one aspect of reviews that I have some misgivings
about, and that’s the importance various promotional venues currently put on
the number and average rating of reviews. Though I would never even consider
doing so, I know for a fact that some writers are gaming (and in some cases,
paying for) “reviews”. My hope is that the promotional venues that currently
seem to only have eyes for reviews, reviews, reviews! will eventually wise up
about how misguided that policy really is… but I’m not holding my breathJ Until then, I’ll just
keep on keepin’ on…
Maddie: What advice would you give to aspiring writers?
Trent: I’ll put this in a little list, since I like lists:
1. The only way you can become a writer is by sitting down
and writing new words. That’s also the only qualification you need to be a
writerJ
2. Keep your expectations low. Your early stuff likely sucks
(mine sucked too). But that’s why we practice any skill we seek to master – to
get better.
3. You are the single worst judge of your own work. Full
stop. Let other people read it, and see what they think. Then have the
fortitude and belief in yourself to keep practicing even if they hate it.
4. Read as much as you possibly can. “The mind needs books
like a sword needs a wetstone.” – Tyrion Lannister
5. Stop allowing yourself to be paralyzed by the lack of
“the perfect idea” or the false belief that anything you write must be fresh,
and “original”. It doesn’t – and everything has already been done anyway.
Hundreds and hundreds of times.
6. Remember Item#5 above and know this: every plot and idea
has already been written, but none of them have been written by YOU. At least
not yetJ
7. IGNORE all the dipshits who tell you it can’t be done, or
say you’re no good/foolish/stupid/delusional/[insert take down here]. Guess
what? They don’t know any more than you do. Oh, and they’re wrong, tooJ
8. The only way you’ll fail at this gig, is if you quit
writing. For God’s sake, whatever you do, no matter how many times you get
knocked on your ass (and you will be), DO NOT QUIT. Not ever.
Maddie: Amen, brother, to number 3 and 7. And #2, do you go back and cringe???
There has been a lot of discussion in social media and the
blogs of late about changes in the ebook industry, including difficulties with
e—publishing and also the recent crack down on erotic content including titles,
cover art. How have you been affected
and what do you see as the fuutre impact on authors?
Trent: I’ve definitely been hit with the dreaded Adult tag
on Amazon a time or two. I think most of us probably have. Fortunately, authors
collectively figured out the absurd kabuki dance that has become the current modus
vivendi for publishing erotic content on the Zon. That said, things always change,
and I expect the climate to become increasingly hostile for explicit content on
the major e-book retailers. I wish this weren’t so, but it’s the pattern that’s
developed, and I don’t see any evidence that it’s going to get better any time
soon.
Explicit erotic content, while Zon likes to make money off
of it, is increasingly unwelcome. It started with PI, then spread to “monster
porn”, and most recently, dubious consent – one of the most beloved tropes in
romance, erotic romance, and erotica. Nobody really knows why this is, but I
suspect it’s for two main reasons:
1) Zon and to a lesser extent, other retailers are
completely allergic to any bad press – and the last thing they want is another
eruption of muck raking driven concern trolling from the internet prude
freak-out du jour.
2) Google (I refer to them only half-jokingly as SkyNet)
seems to get more and more strict with their search guidelines – and the only
thing the mighty Zon seems to fear, is SkyNet. And for good reason.
What does that mean for erotic fiction? It means that edgy,
or niche content will be increasingly discouraged, suppressed, or outright
blocked from Zon. Will other retailers step up and stop the crackdown on erotic
content? Maybe – but those other retailers are either dying (I’m looking at
you, Nook), irrelevant (Kobo; Smashwords), or distracted (Apple and,
ironically, Google Play).
So that leaves the smaller, niche players. I think smaller
retailers like ARe, Blushing Books, Excitica, and the like stand to make
TRUCKLOADS of money off erotic content as more and more readers understand that
the major retailers are suppressing (or outright blocking) huge amounts of
content they want to read. I’m a voracious reader myself, and I take an
extremely dim view of anyone telling me what I should or shouldn’t be reading.
As these readers grow more frustrated with the major retailers, and as the the
smaller retailers improve the customer experience and ease of use, these
smaller players are in a perfect position to thrive.
All other areas of entertainment are now driven by niche
differentiation and marketing. Books will be no different -- and that’s a good
thingJ
Maddie: Great answer, Trent. You've obviously delved into this deeply. Thanks for sharing your personal perspective.
How about some fun short answers now...
Since becoming an author, I rarely have time to read (and
that’s such a shame). What are you
reading right now?
Trent:
Patience – Lisa Valdez
His Lordship’s Wayward Wife – Jolynn Raymond
Maddie: Do you read outside of the genre you write? If so, what else do you enjoy reading?
Trent: I’ll read almost anything. I love military history, epic
fantasy, sci-fi, romance, and humor. I’ll even read thrillers too, when I have
the stomach for it (I’m a HUGE Chelsea Cain fan boi. She’s incredible.)
Maddie: Who is your favorite author/why?
Trent: Anneke Jacob – because she’s fearless, smart, literary, and
she writes NUCLEAR FUCKING HOT erotic fiction.
Maddie: When my face is not stuck in front of my laptop writing, I
love old movies; sitting down with a big tub of buttery popcorn and a huge icy
coke is the best! Do you do have movie
night? If so what would you be
watching?
Trent: God, this one is so tough. I love movies… but struggle to
find time to watch many anymore:/ I can’t really name a favorite movie, but I
could name a few of my faves (in no particular order):
Braveheart
American Beauty
Love, Actually
True Lies (Loved this one, Tom Arnold was hilarious!)
It’s A Wonderful Life
Big Trouble In Little China
Lord of The Rings Trilogy (Ahem, revealing your nerdiness here. That's okay, Maddie understands)
Maddie: Do you write under a pen name? If so, why?
Trent: Absolutely. I don’t think there’s any reason to use your
real name, unless you need that ego stroke. I don’tJ
I’m well aware that other members of my family might not
want their surname associated with erotic fiction – and I respect that. So
penname, it is!
Maddie: Do your friends/family know you write erotic fiction?
Trent: My brother and some of my friends do – and that’s probably
how it’s going to stay J
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