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Congratulations to Ann Mason, the winner of the $200 Grand Prize!
Congrats also to my winner of a copy of “Toy Run”, Jill Prandstatter. Thanks for sharing your story with us!
If you’re looking for my BTS Christmas Paws Blog Hop post, scroll down one or click here.
If you’re looking for my QTA Christmas Blog Hop post, you’re in the right place! This hop runs from Dec 8th through the 13th (EST), and the list of prizes is too large to mention! At the end of my post is a question–follow the Rafflecopter link & you’ll find the place to enter your answer. It’s a one-word answer, and should be an easy entry!
The list of prizes on the QTA site is impressive, and I’m adding to it with a tiny leather saddlebag key chain for US entries (okay, the whole thing is 4″ x 2.5″) and a $5 Amazon GC for the INT crowd.
Ian Bowen, the main character in my Dreamspinner Advent Calendar story “Toy Run” is a man of few words. So few it’s not easy to get to know the guy, so I’ve pushed him to center stage for this hop and he will share a holiday memory or the spotlight stays on. And quit that grumbling…
*sigh* Granddad wasn’t big on holidays, except Christmas. He and his buddies always collected toys to drop off at the firehouse or went on toy runs—they’d hit two or three in the state if everyone could get the time off work.
When I was a kid, he’d cook for days—cookies and cinnamon rolls and a huge breakfast that morning. He wouldn’t let me open one present until after I ate, either, the hardass.
My favorite Christmas cookie is still pfeffernüsse—dipped in chocolate or dusted with powdered sugar…not that Granddad approved of fancying them up. Before I learned how fast he’d cave and break out the chocolate I ate a shitload of those spicy Scrabble tiles plain.
Charley wants me to share the recipe, so here it is. This recipe makes about 120 little cookies. I’m not the cook Granddad was so I can’t guarantee your results. Just don’t skimp on the chocolate or powdered sugar. The kids will thank you.
1 cup packed brown sugar
1/4 cup granulated sugar
1/4 cup candied ginger or candied fruit, finely chopped
1-1/2 tsp grated lemon rind
2 cups all-purpose flour
1/3 cup ground almonds
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/4 tsp ground cardamom
1/4 tsp nutmeg
1/4 tsp pepper
1/4 tsp ground ginger
1 pinch ground cloves
1 pinch allspice
1 pinch salt
1/3 cup icing sugar
In large bowl, beat together eggs, brown sugar and granulated sugar on medium speed until slightly thickened and light in color, about 6 minutes. Fold in candied ginger and lemon rind.
In separate bowl, whisk together flour, almonds, baking powder, cinnamon, cardamom, nutmeg, pepper, ginger, cloves, allspice and salt ; stir into egg mixture with wooden spoon. Turn out onto lightly floured surface; knead until combined.
Divide into 12 portions. Roll each portion into 10-inch rope; cut into 1-inch pieces (be careful if you want them to stay round, but they taste just as good square). Place, 1/2 inch apart, on 2 parchment paper–lined rimless baking sheets. Bake in center of 325°F oven for 15 minutes or until light brown. Let cool in pans for 15 minutes.
Into bowl, sift icing sugar. Roll cookies in sugar, a few at a time, to coat. Let cool on rack. (The recipe card says they’ll last for up to a month, but you’ll have to take their word on that.)
Thanks, Ian! I know that wasn’t easy for you.
Here’s a little excerpt, and then I’ll share the links.
SUNSHINE STREAMED through the open curtains about five minutes later. At least that’s what it felt like. Ed was still dead to the world, so I helped myself to a shower and then prowled his refrigerator. That kitchen belonged to a man who was happy to stay on his property. Even with my relatively limited skills, I had a half-dozen choices of breakfast. He peeked in as I poured eggs into a skittering-hot frying pan.
He just looked at me for a long time, then walked behind me and sat in a kitchen chair. His appliances were all new, state-of-the-art, but his round oak table and the four chairs around it were as old as the house. Maybe older.
When he didn’t answer, I looked to make sure he wasn’t coming at me with a knife, and his face looked like Granddad’s after I fixed his bum leg for him. Only not like that at all.
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Welcome to my Christmas Paws Blog Hop post! The hop will run through December 10th, and feature posts about books and pets! Two of my favorite things.
The Grand Prize is $200 and something special for the winner’s pet!
My prize is a copy of my Christmas story “Toy Run”.
It’s no secret I’m a cat-person, I love my old lady and little guy. Both of them were rescues, as were all but two of the animals I’ve had over my entire life. I’ve always identified with the underdog, so it makes sense.
When I started writing “Toy Run” I had no idea three large dogs would show up and try to steal the show. I wanted to write to the theme “Heartwarming”, though, and animals seem to work at least as well as kids in that department.
I’ll leave you with an excerpt from my short story, because my two masters are telling me it’s time to go pick up the kiddo!
Ed watched me cook a moment and then cursed under his breath.
“Turn that down and come with me a sec?”
I covered the pan and turned it off.
“You okay with dogs?”
I nodded, relief canceling most of the adrenaline he’d whipped up with his first question.
He opened the door at the far end of the kitchen, and I followed him out to the barn. The walkway was covered by a roof that seemed wide enough to keep a man dry most of the year, but I still would’ve been happier wearing more than a T-shirt. The front half of the barn held the truck and my bike, a fire-engine-red Buick Skylark convertible that had seen better days, and a shop with quite a few bells and whistles. He went straight through and in the back half was a dog palace. I had enough time to notice it was heated and make out a sofa, and then three big German shepherds sat in a row in front of me. “Big” didn’t quite do them justice—the smallest easily weighed a hundred pounds.
“Hey, guys,” he said to them, “this is my friend, Ian. Say hi.”
They came over and checked me out, and Ed introduced them as Perry, Paul, and Della. I grinned, and he shrugged.
“The week after I moved in here, someone dumped a sack in the ditch along the main road. I watched a lot of daytime television back then.”
“Take in a lot of strays, do you?”
The dog wearing a pink tag slipped her head under my hand and leaned against my leg. I scratched her behind the ears while I avoided eye contact with Ed.
“When something good comes along, I try not to let it pass me by.”
Thanks for reading!
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Don’t forget to hop around & check out the rest of the entries!
Many thanks to BTS and Wild Child Publishing for organizing this hop to honor our furry friends!
First, the winners of my weekend giveaway!
Nancy won a book from Thianna D!
Thianna won a book of her choice from Dianne Hartsock’s backlist!
Carolyn also won a book from Thianna D!
Laurie can take her pick from either the picture frame or a naughty bit of crochet.
Thanks for playing, and a special thanks to the lovely authors who donated their books.
This will be a busy month for all of us, so I hope you’ll have a chance to visit during the two blog hops I’ve joined for the month: Dec. 3-10 is the Christmas Paws Blog Hop, and Queertown Alley’s hop runs from the 8th through the 10th.
This Thursday, the 5th, Deanna Wadsworth is letting me get a little TMI on her blog.
The week of Christmas I’ll be visiting Brita Addams on the 23rd and Cup O’Porn on the 24th. I’m not sure which bit of swaggy goodness I’ll have with me on Christmas Eve, but I never visit CoP without a present of some kind!
December 28th the lovelies over at The Novel Approach will host me again, and giving away a copy of my Christmas story. In case you haven’t had enough holiday spirit yet!
Whew, that seems like a lot–especially since I’m hoping to finish polishing my YA novel AND a full-length Gay Contemporary Romance before my next term starts on January 6th! Wish me luck!
If you’re looking for my snippet, please scroll down one post or click here.
To find my Black Friday giveaway post, scroll down two or click here.
Okay, I finally had use of my camera for a few minutes and snapped the shots I thought I’d already taken. The first names I draw out of the ginormous brandy snifter on Cyber Monday will get the ebooks, but once those are given away I’ll start on the prizes I’ll have to entrust to the US Postal Service.
The first is this gorgeous picture frame from Japan. The kimono fabric is even prettier in person!
I didn’t want to turn anyone away empty-handed, so I whipped up a rainbow of fancy dishcloths. As soon as I saw this pattern, I knew Janet would approve.
Since we’re all still recovering from the holiday in the US, comments on this post count as entries too–but you still have to talk about Shop Small Saturday!
Happy Sunday, everyone!
I’m off to watch the 9′ers beat the Rams. *fingers crossed*
Hello and welcome!
If you’re looking for my Black Friday giveaway either scroll down one post or click here.
A few weeks ago I said that would be the last snippet from “Toy Run,” but tonight while I watched How the Grinch Stole Christmas and then Shrek the Halls, the holiday spirit snuck up and smacked me upside the head. Plus, I’m cold and refuse to turn on my heater before January unless there’s snow on the ground (which there isn’t).
I think this snippet is self-explanatory, but I will say it’s in Ian’s POV. The rest of the “Toy Run” snippets are here if you’d like to read them.
THE RUN went longer than those things usually do. Went to a couple in San Francisco and from the staging area to cruising past the hospital to wave at the kids only took about three hours, give or take. Thirty miles of pavement was all there was to it.
They do things differently in Oregon. We loaded the toys onto two school buses and followed the one going to the hospital. The rest of the toys headed in the other direction to be wrapped and delivered to the kids of deployed soldiers.
Once we passed the hospital, the route felt more like a Poker Run—roughly two hundred miles through four counties. The scenery changed from woods to farmland and back again, the ice glittering in shady patches alongside the road the only constant.
If you’d like to read “Toy Run”, it’s available for pre-order now, and as a standalone beginning December 1st.
I can’t lie; I’ve pulled myself out of bed the day after Thanksgiving and stood in line outside a store at 3 a.m.—but not this year. In fact, the only thing I’m buying on Black Friday this year will be a loaf of bread so I can make a turkey sandwich (and I may wait on that too)!
Small Business Saturday, though, that’s different. I’ve been pouring through patterns this evening because one of my holiday rituals is to visit a local yarn shop on Shop Small Saturday and buy anything I want. This year, since I’m hoping to start a legal internship in January, I’ll be looking for something luxurious yet tasteful. I have a few ideas, but this post isn’t about yarn.
My hero in Curious Sustenance, Ross, has an agenda. He has more than one, but only one was relevant for the story. I have agendas too—one of them involves calling bullshit on classism which really does relate to Black Friday, honest.
I refuse to support retailers who won’t even give their employees one full day off for Thanksgiving—so that means I’ll have to visit the little indie bakery in my neighborhood for a $5 loaf of bread, because all the chains are doing it. I worked retail for many years to barely eek out a living, and I know every one of those folks have earned their day off. My contribution to Black Friday wouldn’t have been large but that’s not the point. I won’t put things ahead of people.
To further my agenda, the entry for my giveaway is to talk about a small business you can support on Saturday.
I planned to have a bunch of colorful pictures of the giveaway presents, but my daughter and her girlfriend borrowed my camera this afternoon—and of course I forgot to take some of the pix I need first! Until I get my camera back, here’s a list of the goodies up for grabs. All prizes are International, although I can’t guarantee the ones relying on the US Postal Service will arrive before Christmas.
An ebook from the lovely Dianne Hartsock’s backlist—winner’s choice!
A beautiful tabletop picture frame from Japan—wood covered in kimono fabric.
Six sexy dishcloths that look like this—one for each color of the rainbow (six separate prizes):
Every comment talking about a way to support Small Business Saturday is a chance to win.
I’ll choose the winners early on Cyber Monday (PST) with the help of Random.org and post them here, so don’t forget to check back!
Wanted: Santa Claus by kevin dooley, on Flickr
Lady Marmalade Dishcloth, designed by Shirley MacDonald
What state is your mind in?
Today i have a little show-and-tell with Thianna D. for you. She’s author of many flavors of erotica, and the wonderfully twisted mind behind Seductive Studs & Sirens—the weekly blog hop for LGBT fiction.
She’s brought a scene written just for us—hot and sexy and definitely NSFW! Thanks for all you do, Thianna!
Kink is a state of mind
In working up this post on kink, I was caught in a continual spectrum of images going through my head. I could do it on this…
or even some of the more edgy ones… But no – I decided to do it on what – to me – is the absolutely best kink of all.
What is it?
Now, for those of you who don’t know, a mindfuck is the process of using the body’s most complex sexual organ for maximum pleasure. For those of you who wonder what that is – I am talking about the brain.
I ‘could’ have just described in basic terms what that means, but I’ve always been a fan of show and tell…so I wrote a scene to describe it instead, using the club I created for the novel Bane of My Existence. Just for you (This story is unedited, so any mistakes are mine!)
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The hour went quickly as he retrieved everything and everyone he would need to truly teach about a subject he loved more than anything. Nothing was better than a mindfuck in his opinion. A submissive’s reactions dealt so much with what was going on in their heads anyway that if one worked it right, they could make a sub cum just with one look or even a gesture. What he would teach tonight would have long reaching effects if he did it right. And if there was one thing Xavier prided himself on, it was training. He would do it right.
The mutual dislike between him and the sub he would be using was intense and he planned to use that enmity to his advantage. Bryan hated him, but at the same time he also accepted Xavier as a Master at Liasons, which meant the sub should also trust him to a certain extent. Those two things would make for interesting sport.
At midnight precisely, Xavier walked back to the bar, chuckling at the crowd that was assembled. Raising his voice, Xavier began to teach the second he entered the area. “To do a decent mindfuck, one must have adequate knowledge of one’s subject.” He didn’t even glance at Bryan who was standing off to the side as he said. “Come.” The annoyed sub took three steps forward and stood at his side, his expression trying to be carefully blank, but missing that by yards. His face gave away a mixture of fear and fury. Good. “For instance. I know that Bryan is a beastly little brat who is more likely to rip apart a dom than submit to him or her.”
As Bryan sent him a glare the current bartender, Devon, raised an eyebrow, but otherwise did not react.
“But as we do not know one another enough, I have decided to make this a lesson about knife play.”
Bryan gasped and a look of fear crossed his features before it was gone. “He will have to submit and follow my word implicitly or the chance for him to get hurt would be astronomical.” Turning toward the brat, he raised an eyebrow. “Are you ready, sub?”
Bryan’s eyes glanced over to Bane, who did not react and then to Kayle, who curtly nodded. With a small sigh of resignation, he nodded.
“Was that a sigh, pet?” Xavier snapped.
At first Bryan’s eyes went wide as he knew he shouldn’t have sighed, but then his dislike for Xavier seemed to take over. “Yes, Master Xavier. It was a sigh, sir!” A few members of the audience chuckled when he saluted him.
Without saying a word, Xavier grabbed him by the waist and lifted him onto the bar. “You will be punished for that later,” he said looking directly into Bryan’s eyes. Once again, a tiny little spark of annoyance showed before he buried it. “I am using the bar so that more can observe the knife play. Lay down.” He turned away as he spoke and continued to teach as he gathered his knife pack from his play bag. “If you are going to get involved in knife play, there are several rules you should be aware of. First. Do not do this without learning from someone who knows what they are doing. And no, this lesson does not count. If you choose to do this, get a mentor who knows knife play and learn from them. Second. Always use the sharpest of knives that can be sterilized. The knives I use are made from surgical stainless steel.”
He opened up his case above Bryan’s chest and showed everyone, including the nervous sub, the eight blades inside. “There are a few dangers inherent to knife play. These knives are in fact, brand new, but one of the dangers of knife play is the spread of disease. That is one of the reasons knife play is considered edge play. When I play, I clean the knives off with alcohol immediately and put them in a safe container, but once I get home, I have a machine that will sterilize them to hospital grade. At that point, I don’t touch the knives, but use another sterilized instrument to remove them and put them back in here.
“Another danger,” he continued as he placed the knife pack by Bryan’s head, “is through the loss of blood. You can, even accidentally, cut someone too deeply or accidentally cut a vein or artery. Not to mention when you insert one of these into a sub’s ass, if you cut him and if he is not expecting it, he is gonna be pissed.”
Several doms chuckled.
“Arms up,” he commanded and after taking a deep breath to steady himself, Bryan raised his hands above his head. Xavier hooked his wrist restraints to chains attached to the bar. “Legs too.” Bryan lifted his legs in the air as if in pure defiance and Xavier barely contained his own sigh. Damn if the boy wasn’t a brat. Grabbing two larger restraints, he hooked them around Bryan’s upper thighs. “Legs up, feet down.” Slowly Bryan lowered his feet and Xavier hooked ankle restraints to thigh restraints and then reached for one of the chains that were attached to the floor, hooking his left leg to it. Moving round to the inside of the bar, he did the same with Brian’s right leg so his legs were restrained tight and out to each side, leaving his cock and ass completely displayed.
“On a less knowledgeable sub, I would do this on a table so I could completely immobilize his body, but as Bryan has been a sub for years, I am sure he can remain completely still.” Bryan sent him another glare, which made him pause. “You will be punished for that later, as well,” he said sharply, picking up the packet of knives and purposefully placing it between Bryan’s legs where he could not see it. Instantly, the sub lifted his head, trying to keep an eye on it, but Xavier pushed it back down to the bar.
Almost as if he could not stop himself, Bryan’s head lifted again. Amused despite himself, Xavier glanced over at Devon who was watching the play with interest. “Care to help?”
With a grin, Devon said, “Drinks can wait until after the demo.” Without another word, he walked over to them and placed his hand on Bryan’s head, pushing it down to the bar. As he kept it there, Bryan could not do a thing.
“Good, now that we have the brat somewhat restrained,” Xavier said dryly, inwardly smirking when a hiss came from the man’s lips, “we can get started. Knife play can be done anywhere. The face, neck, shoulders… essentially anywhere on the body which makes it a very useful tool. As this is Bryan’s first time with the sting of a knife, I will use the four-inch blade. Don’t forget – get a mentor who has been doing this for a while, someone who really knows what they are doing. Just as you should never swing a flogger unless you have been taught correctly, you should never engage in knife play without being suitably prepared.”
He held up the four-inch blade so that everyone could see it – especially Bryan. The sub’s breathing picked up and Xavier paused. “Where are you at?” he inquired quickly. If the sub was already at red, he would stop right away, the demo be damned.
Bryan took a couple deep breaths and stared at him with an expression that clearly said ‘you can’t best me.’ “Green, Sir!”
“Good,” he said, placing the blade an inch above Bryan’s right nipple and lightly trailing it along. “It’s best not to start on the sub’s most sensitive area. Instead, just like with any play, you want to build up their knowledge of it.” As he continued to teach, he trailed the knife over and around each areola, even sliding the edge over his nipples. Bryan’s breathing increased, but to Xavier’s amusement, each breath had changed to that of excitement rather than fear. “As you can tell, the endorphins are now rising in his body and any pain he feels will also bring pleasure as long as you do it right.” Trailing the blade down the man’s stomach, he slowly drew it over Bryan’s hips and lower, dipping it between his open thighs before trailing the dull side along his cock.
Whimpers burst from Bryan’s throat as he began to pant with the exertion of holding back an orgasm. Placing the knife down, Xavier instantly picked up a piece of pre-lubricated metal the same circumference as the knife and pushed it slowly into Bryan’s ass even as he tapped at the tip of Bryan’s cock with the edge of the knife. A yell erupted form the man’s lips as his body spasmed and shook. Slowly, Xavier placed the knife back down and waited for Bryan to calm before pulling the piece of metal out of his ass and holding it up, showing it was, in fact, not a knife at all. Devon released his head and as Bryan began to tremble with the after effects, still managing to shoot a half-assed glare in his direction, Xavier wrapped things up. The little brat had reached subspace which surprised him. He thought Bryan would be too terrified to do so. “Now,” he said in amusement, “we can return to the original subject of tonight’s lesson. For it wasn’t really about knife play, though that was included. This was entirely about a mindfuck. Bryan thought I inserted a knife into his ass and as it is one of his biggest fears, I played off that. A mindfuck,” he explained as he placed the items he used into a plastic container with some rubbing alcohol, “can be an incredibly enjoyable experience. If you have any questions, please come seem me later, or even tomorrow. For now, I have a sub to take care of.” Without another word, he and Devon released the man from his restraints and he lifted him from the bar, carrying him over to a quiet corner to take care of him.
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Thianna D is an author of both het and gay erotica and erotic romance, most with BDSM or spanking themes. The sequel to her best-selling gay spanking romance As Natural As Breathing, titled Took My Breath Away, will be released on December 18th from LazyDay Publishing.
Current links where you can find me meandering about:
Smashwords author page: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/thiannad
Amazon author page: http://amazon.com/author/thiannad
My blog: http://www.thiadesigns.com/
Countdown to Christmas with Jorge
28 days and counting
Hi, my name is Jorge. I am one of Santa’s elves and you may remember me from my cameo in PIP’S BOXING DAY WISH, Book Two of THE NAUGHTY NORTH POLE series by Deanna Wadsworth. I run the social media division at the Mail Department in the North Pole workshop. People are always curious about what happens at the North Pole so I invited a few elves to help me with a Countdown to Christmas blog tour. Some of the elves you may know, and some you may not. I even got the big guy Santa and his sister Lady Claus to join in.
Thanks so much for letting me kick off this tour, Charley!
It is 29 days until Christmas and I cannot tell you how crazy busy we are here up North Pole. I’m working so many are hours I hardly have any time to get laid. And if you know anything about Nordic elves, that is a recipe for some candy-coated backup! But little can be done about that except a few jerk off sessions whenever you get a break—which isn’t often at Christmastime. My inbox has been exploding with e-mails from little kids and all the things that they want for Christmas. I make sure the messages get to the right toy departments to help the toy production to be more efficient, not because Santa actually has to read the letters. He can read minds and hear wishes without even trying. I always get nervous around him because he could read my mind if he wanted to. The last time I talked to him I was so worried he would learn about me and the guy from the Electronics Department getting it on in my office. Oh by the gods was he amazing! And his cum tasted like a jelly donut! Talk about an interesting flavor! But I really shouldn’t have let him fuck me during work hours because I could hardly sit at my desk the rest of the day….. but let’s just keep that between us and not tell Santa, okay?
So anyways, lots of hustle and bustle going on up here and there’s even a new installment of THE NAUGHTY NORTH POLE coming out this Friday, written by the lovely Deanna Wadsworth. I really like her, but too bad I don’t do chicks. Maybe I should consider it, though, if it will get me my own book.
My best buddy Lars is the star of Book Four—FUN & GAMES WITH RUDOLPH. I’m not really sure what is in it besides cyber-sex and spanking, because both Deanna and Lars are being hush-hush about all of it. Kinda makes me wonder if Lars is seeing somebody on the sly. That would be a shocker. You see, Lars doesn’t do repeats. In other words he never has sex with a guy more than once. At least not more than one night in a row LOL But like I said, he’s being real secretive. I actually heard him the other day turn down a blowie from a guy over lunch! I’ve never heard him do that! Ever.
So believe me, I can’t wait to hear what happens to Lars, because he’s been a real crabby son of a bitch recently. That guy needs nothing more than a to be bent over and drilled. I always say, nothing sets the world right like a good dick up the ass.
Well, I got to get back to work. My inbox has not stopped pinging since I’ve been writing this blog.
Thanks again for hosting me, Charley! The next stop on the blog tour is decadentpublishing.blogspot.com this Friday so make sure you stop by and say hi to Ms. Claus!
Please enter my Countdown to Christmas contest to win the first three books of THE NAUGHTY NORTH POLE series and a $20 Amazon gift certificate.
Just click on the link below HERE and you will see the entry form.
It’s really easy—kinda like me on Friday night!
FUN&GAMES WITH RUDOLPH
Naughty North Pole Book Four
By Deanna Wadsworth
Lars is the sarcastic elf who runs Santa’s Mail Department and he follows the dating rule of “no repeats”. But lately he’s been having a romantic textlationship with another elf, via the dating app Elf4Elf. When his cyber boyfriend goes AWOL after a misunderstanding, Lars realizes too late that there is more to life than sex, work, and cookies.
On Christmas Eve, Santa asks Lars to personally deliver a gift to Rudolph—a former reindeer handler who left the North Pole because of a misunderstanding. Rudolph lives on the secluded Sugar Plum Ridge and the only way to get there is by sleigh. Lars just can’t get a break!
When a sudden blizzard forces the two elves to hole up in Rudolph’s cabin, will they find a way to make their own fun and games or will one surprise ruin it all?
One thing is certain: after this night, they both will believe in the magic of the Naughty North Pole!
“What were you thinking?” my rescuer growled as he put his sword away. “These damn sleigh bells are like painting a big target on your back that says ‘come eat me.’”
His crusty demeanor and bad temper irked me. “Well, how in the name of Christmas was I supposed to know that I would get attacked by a yeti?”
“Never mind,” he said with a surly grunt. “Get over here.”
Tamping down my frustrated tears—I’d almost been killed and this guy was scolding me like I was a wayward child—I joined him, having no idea how he intended to free the animals when they were thrashing about, tangling themselves even worse.
The warrior removed his gloves. To my shock, his hands appeared normal, no claws or magic sparks or anything. Without fear of the beasts or their projectile antlers, he placed one hand on each reindeer, whispering words I didn’t understand. The soothing melody of them made me think he might be speaking the ancient language of the Elven races, but I had no idea what he said.
Instantly, the beasts calmed.
I stared in shock, my adrenaline still pumping. “How did you—?”
Eyes that had first appeared to be glowing stared out from above the balaclava covering his face. Snowflakes sparkled atop heavy lashes and the slight red in his brown irises indicated he was not a god, but rather a Dökkálfar.
“No time for explanation, my young elf,” he said. “We have to get them free.”
Nodding obediently, I agreed to help.
I assisted the best I could, holding the things he told me to hold while he did all the work. Lula was the first one loose and the second she realized it, she bolted and ran up the ridge.
“Wait!” I called after her.
“She’ll be fine,” the other elf told me. “Lula knows the way to my barn. Help me with Betty. She looks hurt.”
“Lula poked her with an antler.”
“Doesn’t surprise me with that one. Lula’s a real pistol.” I could hear the smile in his voice and, when it wasn’t yelling at me, it was a very pleasant, youthful sound, one that soothed me as much as it had the beasts. Though a dead yeti lay mere feet from me, I suddenly felt safe and protected beside this elf.
“Well, Betty,” he said to the reindeer. “Let’s see if ol’ Lula got you for real this time, or if you’re fit enough to walk.”
Thankfully, once he released the harnesses, she was able to stand. After he ran his big hands over her withers and legs, he buried his face against hers, whispering more of those ancient words. She huffed a few frosty breaths and tossed her head, as if nodding.
“What’s your name, elf?” he asked me.
“Well, Lars, what say you and I let Betty carry us out of this place before any more yetis show up?”
“Sure,” I said, letting out a whoosh of breath. Curious, I stared at the big, fur-covered elf but already had my suspicions about the answer. “Who are you?”
Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and a couple adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. She loves music and dancing, and can often be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.
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Today I have a special treat to share from Grace R. Duncan. She’s taking us inside the mind and heart of a Dom, including a peek into her new release Deception.
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“Kink” is a very broad word. It’s often automatically associated with BDSM (or Bondage & Discipline, Domination & Submission, Sadism & Masochism), but really, kink involves anything that is non-vanilla sex. However, it is BDSM that I would like to discuss today as my kink month post. I have been involved myself, with many different aspects of BDSM. I love it, love most of the things involved with it (though there are plenty of kinks I won’t touch with a ten-foot pole). But one of the things I get into most is the Domination & submission part of it.
Last week, I talked on Shira Anthony’s blog, about the submissive mindset in a D/s relationship. I am submissive and it is an easy thing for me to understand. However, turning that around to understand the Dominant mindset is quite a bit more challenging. It’s almost like a different language.
But for Deception and, to a lesser extent, Choices, I needed to be able to understand that. In Choices, Bathasar was brand new to dealing with and controlling a pleasure slave. As he was learning, so was I, so it was a bit easier. However, Cyrus, a pleasure slave for years, had been exposed to it much longer and I needed to be able to understand that much better if I was going to write about it accurately.
The problem that comes with this, like any other aspect of BDSM is that being a Dominant (like being a submissive) is extremely individualized. What one Dom might tell me a different Dom might immediately contradict. For every Dominant out there, there is a different way of doing things. I wouldn’t be able to capture and write about a “standard” Dom since there really isn’t any such thing.
Still, there was one I was very close to that I could ask: my own Sir. So I sat him down and picked his brain about his side of the D/s relationship. One thing both sides agree on: there is no right way to “do” D/s. As such, there’s no “right” way to Dom.
And while there is no “right” way—because everyone has a different way—there is a wrong way. Avoiding safety, ignoring the single most important part of BDSM, which is the SSC credo: safe, sane and consensual. Some argue that SSC isn’t necessary in fiction. I disagree and I’ll leave it at that, as it’s beyond the scope of my post here. (Seriously, I could go on longer than Choices about all the aspects and facets of a BDSM relationship and kink play.)
Anyway, the first question I had to ask my Sir was, “why do you like to Dom?” Honestly, I already knew part of it, because this is the way he thinks–to do something for me that I want. That’s the easy part. But being a Dominant involves a lot more than that and I needed to dig deeper if I was going to write one. (I am also well aware that, for some people, it’s not a “like” issue. Some people just are dominant or submissive and would never be comfortable switching, which is fine. My Sir and I are like that.)
So, what did he say? Something that had already been brewing in my mind for Cyrus, anyway: to have something he can control.
In our normal, modern-day world, there are often things that happen beyond our control. When this happens, when they get crazy, a Scene can help my Sir feel like he’s actively controlling something. He plans, organizes and sets up the Scene and every aspect of it is up to him.
Cyrus, likewise, has very little in his life that he can control. He is a slave. In the end, what he does and with whom is not up to him. His body is not even his to control. And it drives him nuts. On top of that, his first sexual experiences, while consensual, were far from pleasant and those are always in the back of his mind.
One way he can find a bit of control in his otherwise out-of-control world, is to dominate whenever he can. Until Deception, that didn’t happen often. Usually, when he and Nadir were requested together, he could guide Nadir in the ways he wanted, but that was about it.
However, in Deception, he finds himself being given much more responsibility in dominating not only Nadir, but also, now, Teman.
Now, he is faced with doing much more than guiding and controlling the sex between himself and his lover, but taking care of Nadir’s and Teman’s submissive mindsets, dominating them completely and then even planning a full scene!
Needless to say, Cyrus… well, he was quite conflicted to find himself in a fully dominant position. It grows over the course of the book, but being the one both responsible for and in control of a full Scene is a lot more than anything he’d done before with them. And it simultaneously thrills him and makes him incredibly nervous.
But as he started thinking it through, he realized that, having helped their slave master, Salehi, train other slaves, he did have experience. He really did know what to do. He just needed to plan carefully and as he does, he realizes he can handle it.
Even knowing this, when the time comes to actually do it, he is, once more nervous.
CYRUS paced the length of the bathing room, trying to calm his nerves. He barely noticed the deep-blue silk tunic, pants, and slippers he was wearing. He’d finally started to get used to wearing clothes again, so it wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as it once was. Instead of being miserable, he was just slightly uncomfortable, and he knew it would get better the more he wore them. The clothes were important; he needed to help establish his dominant position over both Teman and Nadir, and being dressed when they were naked was part of that.
His cock was out of its cage and hard, and that caused him more problems, much more than the clothes. But he’d requested this, not wanting to have to fight with the cage when the time came.
The biggest problem he was having was his nerves. He’d been trying to calm himself and get over his nervousness for more than a week, since before he’d been to see Salehi. But every time he’d calmed down, every time he thought he had it, his nerves would unreasonably kick in, and he’d worry he wouldn’t do it right, wouldn’t handle them right, or something.
And now it was here.
Teman and Nadir were in the main room, slowly edging themselves. They wore thick gold cock rings, thinner glans rings, and the jeweled plugs Cyrus liked. They’d been denied since his visit to Salehi, and both were more than ready for release. Nadir had nearly been glued to Cyrus for the last couple of days as his denial hit the point of desperation. Bathasar sat on a chair in front of them, watching them, waiting for the evening to begin.
And Cyrus needed to get over his nerves and just do it.
He could handle this. He knew it. But when he’d been doing it for Nadir, just the two of them alone, it had been different. Then, he knew what to do because he knew Nadir. He knew Teman too; that wasn’t a problem.
But now he wasn’t just doing something for them, he was also trying to show Bathasar there was a good and positive way to give pain. He knew there was an element of convincing he had to do with this. And any pain play Teman might want in the future was dependent on this evening.
While Cyrus has more riding on the success of this particular Scene than the care of his submissives, he is still very aware that the main thing he must care for is them. He understands that to give to them, he must give them the chance to please him. But ultimately, what he cares most about is making sure that they are cared for.
So, in the end, while he loves that he can finally control a small portion of his life, he’s well aware of how precious that bit is and how much he must balance to do it right. But he loves it and the challenge to reach that balance is a big part of what makes that dominance so attractive to him. Being able to keep that balance gives him the confidence to do and go after the things he needs when faced with the big choices.
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Cyrus and Nadir first met as hungry orphans on Behekam’s streets at twelve years old. They became friends, then partners in the thievery that enabled them to survive, and as they passed their days together, they fell in love. When they are both taken as pleasure slaves in the opulent palace of the Malik of Neyem, love becomes more complicated.
Rumors of an attempt on Malik Bathasar’s life put Cyrus and Nadir’s relationship to the test—they must pose convincingly as intimate slaves to the young malik as part of a plan to lure the assassin into the open. Teman—Malik Bathasar’s real personal pleasure slave and true lover—was once trained by Cyrus for the same duties, and the attraction and care Cyrus developed for him then still remains. The Malik of Neyem proves an easy man to love and Nadir’s feelings for him grow while they’re pretending to love each other.
Cyrus and Nadir care deeply for each other but they’ve forgotten the first rule of love: communicate in honesty. Their love remains strong enough to weather the changes—if they have the courage not only to face the coming dangers, but to put aside deception and find their truth.
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