Dan loves submissive women and longs to build a harem of willing females to fill what he lovingly calls his ‘Slave Library.’ He shares his plans for sexual bliss with Karen, the first of his submissives in both his mind and his heart. But when an unexpected visit from his mother leads to uncomfortable questions about his ex, Dan realizes that past mistakes are catching up to him, faster than he can run.
The first D/s relationship to blend comfortably with her vanilla life is the one Karen shares with Dan. She treasures the freedom in the act of submission and wants nothing more than to share it with her Master for as long as possible. Why then, does he insist on bringing other women into their beds? And why can’t he say he loves her?
As Dan battles his inner demons, Karen hopes a sexy mini break at the exclusive fetish club, Sugar Dust will allow them time to relax and reconnect. There she meets Beth, personification of Dan’s past storming in to demolish her present. Can she show Dan that their relationship is strong enough to break the chains of his past, before Beth drives an immoveable wedge between them with her tales of what once was?
“I was trying to figure out what to do for you and last night I figured it out. I’ve booked us a holiday. Just you and me.”
The twist made Karen pause. She hesitated, wavering between pleasure and frustration as he missed the point completely. Again.
“What? When? What about work? I’ve got research to do.” She clutched the sides of the sofa. “Why didn’t you check first? I’m at uni next week, I can’t just run off.” Dan’s chuckling only fanned her temper. “Do you know how much this PhD is costing me? I can’t vanish for a week and screw it up.”
“Who said anything about a week?”
“I said ‘holiday’. You assumed how long.”
Shuffling in her seat, Karen twisted her fingers in her lap. “Fine. How long? And where are we going?”
She sat bolt upright. “What?”
“Say it again. I need to hear it again.”
“Sugar Dust, licensed fetish club and themed hotel for adults of an adventurous nature.” Dan’s smile widened. He puffed out his chest and flicked imaginary fluff off his shoulders. “I booked it this morning. Two nights, from tonight.”
Karen squealed. All thoughts of the conversation carefully planned on the drive over, disappeared. She leapt to her feet. Whirled in a tight circle. “Sugar Dust! We’re going to Sugar Dust!”
A leap took her across the room to land in Dan’s lap. Grabbing his face with both hands she rained kisses on him. “How? I thought they were booked for months. This is incredible.”
“I’m glad you’re happy, Kaz.”
She grinned, staring deep into the large brown pools of his eyes. She bit her lip. “Sugar Dust, I’ve always wanted to go, but I have to tell you something first.”
Dan leaned forward and nipped her bottom lip. “How grateful you are? How pleased? How horny?”
“Why don’t you show me?” He ran his hands down her shoulders, cupping her breasts briefly before running his hands over her ribs and down to her hips. Grip tight and just shy of painful, he held her in place while tilting his hips into hers. Still grinning, he nibbled her bottom lip again then slid his lips down the side of her throat.
The hot press of his mouth and the flick of his tongue made her groan. She wanted to wait, to push him away and keep talking, but already the details were hazy. He licked a wet path down the side of her throat, teasing the site of last night’s bite.
“I’ve already packed,” he whispered against her throat.
“Really?” A pleasurable jolt shivered over her skin, gathering in her stomach where a tingling sensation billowed out and sank downward. “What did you pack?” Though she made her voice as neutral as possible, she couldn’t quite keep the smile off her lips. A smile that grew wider when Dan next spoke.
“Sugar Dust is a special place. You need special clothes.”
Please tell us a little bit about your current projects?
Well, I have a four part series on the go, namely Slippers & Chains which follows the BDSM relationship of Daniel Scotney and Karen Owusu. I also have a vampire trilogy in the works with tangles contemporary Leicester with Ancient Egypt.
When was the moment that you knew you had to be a writer?
Pretty much when I opened The Last Vampire by Christopher Pike and realised that someone had written this amazing book (and the five that followed). If they could do that, then the senseless scribblings I was doing rather than ‘playing with the other kids’ at school, could also, one day, be wrapped up on a bookshelf with my name on the spine. That was quite a moment, let me tell you.
Who gave you the one piece of writing advice that sticks with you to this day?
This is quite recent actually, since prior to 2013 I did a lot of my writing in a bubble. Though I’m sure she’s not the first to say it, Kristen Lamb wrote in one of her blog posts something to the tune of ‘Writers write. Don’t aspire. Once you write you’re a writer.’
It’s the best piece of advice and one I tell those around me who tell me they are ‘aspiring’ writers/novellists/poets. Don’t aspire. Just be. In the early days of motherhood nobody told me I was an ‘aspiring mother’ and I certainly never described myself that way. You’re not an aspiring accountant or aspiring supermarket clerk. You just are. So why should writing be any different?
Describe the “perfect” hero.
Not a dick. That’s an oversimplification, but I get a bit bored of books where the hero is a horrible person, superficial or greedy or fake and then sees the error of his ways while trying to win his woman. It’s been done again and again and while it’s important to show character growth and change, there has to be a new way to do this.
So… not a dick, but also real. I like the idea that my hero could be the guy sitting next to me on the bus, or working behind the till in Aldi (or Waitrose I suppose, if we’re going to be upmarket about this).
What about the “perfect” hero for you?
Darn. My perfect hero (at least in a superficial sense) ended up being the bad guy in my vampire books! :p In a totally superficial sense, the perfect hero should be taller than me (six feet at least, please) with long hair (sorry, I have a thing), preferably dark with green eyes. If I can’t get that, then nice, neat dreadlocks please. Ooooh boy, but that look makes me swoon.
And I want him to have real wants and desires. Yes, wanting to cure cancer or cancel third world debt are great, but who really talks about on a first/second/third date? What about the guy who really wants to rebuild an old car or visit the mountains in China? What about the guy who just wants to build his DVD collection to consume his entire house? It sounds mundane, but sometimes real stuff is far more easy to connect with than uber-perfect billionaires who just want ‘a normal relationship with a girl who loves them and not their money.’
What are some of your favorite pastimes? Do you have any hobbies or collections?
I used to collect stamps… We don’t talk about that any more.
Now I do lots of geeky stuff like RPGs and LARPs as well as more physical things like roller derby and Zumba. Roller derby is mad but I love it; dashing about on skates and knocking people over with my huge backside. ^_^ What could be better!
What has been your biggest adventure to date?
Motherhood. Without a doubt. Learning I was pregnant back in 2011 was scary enough. Learning I was to have twins nearly knocked me the hell out. Now my boys are pushing towards three years old and every day with them is a new adventure. Hell, even taking them out in the pram so they can nap is an adventure (we call it a ‘quiet adventure’). I love being a mum, waaaaay more than I anticipated I would and I wouldn’t give it up for anything. Best thing yet, becoming a mum has allowed me to give more time to writing, something I would never have been able to juggle with a full time job, the way I do now.
If your fairy godmother waved her wand and whisked you away to the location of your choice, which place would you choose, and why?
Jamaica. Nice and easy. I want to see where my parents were born. I want to see the streets they grew up in and the fields they played in. Yes, there are interesting places I could visit in the UK, but not from that early time in their lives.
When it comes to food, are you the adventurous type who will try anything once, or do you prefer to stick to tried and true foods and recipes?
Ha, are you kidding? I make shit up all the time. It’s great! I don’t get too adventurous when out and about, but when doing my own cooking it’s all about trial and (lots of) error. I made a soup the other day which was pretty much a combination of everything I could find at the bottom of the fridge (except the carrots, they’d gone gross). Let me tell you, that was some amazing soup! We still have some left. That’s dinner tonight. Mmm.
What is the one modern convenience that you cannot do without?
My laptop. Man, that machine has saved me soooo many times. Writing on the go. Entertaining the children when I need ten minutes to wash up or cook. Playing music when the radio packs in. Storing the thousands of pictures I have of my family… it’s a wonderful little machine.
What is this romance writer’s idea of the “ideal romantic evening”?
Dinner at Nandos (sans kids). A movie (sans kids). Rampant bunny sex (sans kids. Obviously).
Ha, I’m not all that hard to please. I guess my standards have dipped somewhat since having children. :p
How do you describe yourself?
Hard working, zany, compulsive eater.
How would your family and friends describe you?
Friendly, kind, too hard on myself. That last one I heard just last night, from the other half. He seems to think I work too hard. Bless him.
What is your favorite comfort food?
Salt and vinegar crisps. Any brand other than KP. Why? Do you have some? Do ya, do ya, do ya?!
What is your favorite season? What do you love about it?
Autumn. Got to be. Not too warm, not too cold, beautiful colours everywhere and cubby little squirrels running all over the place gathering nuts for the coming months. I love those fuzzy fuckers. ^_^
What project are you working on next?
Next up is the follow up to the first Slippers & Chains story. This one is called Second Base and follows Dan and Karen as they settling into their new living arrangement, sharing a house much to the chagrin of their parents.
Any place we can find you in person or on the net this month or next?
Oh, I live in the UK so unless you’re out here then you’re unlikely to see me in person (unless you want to fork out for a plane ticket? Then I’m all yours!) Otherwise I have a website where you can find me or the Facebook and Twitter accounts I share with my other half. I’m also in the middle of a blog tour, the details of which you can find here .
Thirty-*mumbles* year old Raven ShadowHawk lives in Leicester (UK) with her twin sons (Sprog1 andSprog2), her partner (The Funk Master) and a stubbornly barren dwarf lemon tree.
She turned to writing erotica when she realized that many of the stories told by her friends were just too good not to share (and after realizing, after seven years, that working in finance was far too boring and far too comfortable a career to maintain forever).
Raven’s unique humor, sauciness, well-observed realism, and unforgiving sass, gives her a brand of erotica she calls Smut With Brains.
Under the series title Meeting Each Other, Raven has released a mini series of six short stories through her imprint Little Vamp Press. Future projects include fantasy and/or horror based collaborative efforts with her “other half” Ileandra Young.
Find details of Raven’s other works on her website (http://ravenshadowhawk.wordpress.com) and for monthly updates and regular freebies, join her mailing list (http://eepurl.com/0yKNj). If you fancy a chat, find her lurking on Facebook, (http://www.facebook.com/illyandraven) or Twitter (http://twitter.com/ileandraXraven) sharing—or arguing—with her other half.