Friday, June 26, 2015

V is for Val on the A-Z Challenge

I like to mix up my characters. I’ve written heroines as young as eighteen in Surrender Your Grace, to a couple who you watch age and grow in their D/s relationship in Faithfully as well as ongoing appearances in all the Club Decadence books.  In Master My Love the lead couple are in the early to mid-forties.  It proves there is life, love and hot sex after thirty, into forty, fifty and beyond.  Thank the good Lord!

For forty-year-old Valerie Thornton, when a mysterious invitation to a new BDSM club arrives in her mailbox, she sees it as a fateful intervention. She has long suppressed her desire for a strong man who can nurture her inner-most desires and bring the submissive inside her to life. Now widowed with an empty nest, she's alone, unfulfilled and wondering what she's been missing. 



Here’s an excerpt from Master My Love, Decadence LA:

The tight leather skirt rode up a bit more with every step she took.  Pulling it down in back once again, Valerie Thornton wondered for the umpteenth time what she’d been thinking by wearing it.  Looking at the steep steps, she knew that the climb up to the main entrance would show her goods to anyone behind her, especially her dimpled thighs, most of her ass, and the thin scrap of lace that was wedged between her cheeks like butt floss.  Although not technically a thong, the upward-inching garment didn’t deserve to be called panties.  She was going to kill her friend Kate who had helped her put the awkward and uncomfortable leather ensemble together.  Valerie, who had no psychic ability whatsoever, had a feeling that this night would be transformative. 

Looking up at the massive double doors, Val paused.  Her heart was racing and her palms were sweaty.  She licked her dry lips and swallowed, her throat tightening.  That she had come this far simply amazed her, because a forty-year-old widow did not go out clubbing by herself.  It smacked of desperation and promiscuity that were not consistent with her nature.  Still, she had a craving, an unfulfilled need.  Could it be that what she sought lay behind those heavy doors?  Moreover, could she actually bring herself to climb the remaining steps and walk inside of a sex club?

“If you don’t bite the bullet now, you might never get the nerve again.  And wouldn’t that be a shame?”

Val turned at the sound of the deep voice behind her.  She met the kind gaze of an extraordinarily handsome man, at least a decade her junior.  She noticed his eyes twinkled with amusement, but not mockingly so.  They were warm and friendly, and she got the feeling he was quick to laugh and smile.  Her eyes widened as she took in the leather vest he wore over broad shoulders and a smooth, muscular chest.  His bulging biceps were bare and one was sporting some kind of abstract tattoo.  His rippled abdomen was exposed by the open vest and she followed the thin line of dark hair to a narrow waist and a pair of tight, black leather pants.  He also sported an impressive erection that was outlined brazenly against his button fly and several inches down his leather-encased thigh.  Holy Cow!

“Little sub, a word of advice.  Curb your enthusiasm once you get behind those doors.  If you give a Dom inside a once over like that, you’ll be bare-assed over a spanking bench with a line of eager tops waiting to take a turn.”