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Have a Taste of Wild: Simply Sinful Giveaway

25 Nov

by Kiersten Hallie Krum

Black Friday may be winding down, but it’s about to get wild here at Lady Smut as our Simply Sinful Giveaway continues with a taste of Wild on the Rocks.

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And I do mean a taste as last weekend, at my request, a master mixologist concocted an original Wild on the Rocks cocktail and lemme tell you, it was lush. What’s in it? Oh how I wish I could tell you…and be able to recreate it myself. But il maestro refused to divulge his secrets–though he did reveal several of the ingredients were no longer available in the United States.

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The makings of Wild on the Rocks, the cocktail.

Instead, to satisfy your new sprouted craving for wild–and whet your appetite for more—take a sip of some of the sexy you’ll find in my novel, Wild on the Rocks. In this very sexy excerpt, divorced couple Quin and Jasper are having a bit of emotions-free, ex-sex–or at least, that was the plan…

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Bottoms up!

Be sure to remember to comment on any (or all) of the excerpts today in order to be eligible to win our dangerously sinful Black Friday “Basket of Sin” giveaway basket. Check back in tomorrow (that’s Saturday, in case you have shopping blackout and lose track of the days) when we announce the winner!

 

 

WILD ON THE ROCKS

Wine comes in at the mouth

And love comes in at the eye;

That’s all we shall know for truth

Before we grow old and die.

I lift the glass to my mouth,

I look at you, and I sigh.

—W.B. Yeats

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I missed you too.

Not since he’d received his trident had four words meant so much to Jasper.

“Quinn,” he said but she kissed him before he’d finished her name. He expected the push and pull of her usual aggression, couldn’t wait to suit up for that hot battle again, but she surprised him, licking her bottom lip so her tongue slipped sweetly against his, teasing him with a taste of her. He groaned and felt her lips tip up before he took over, kissing her deep and wet and long as he lifted her off her feet and backed her up. He put a knee in the bed to lower her back down to the mattress, back again beneath him, all the while kissing her like he’d never get enough.

He’d been wrong earlier. This first time, they were going to take it slow after all.

His mouth trailed down over her chin to nip playfully at her throat. He chuckled low when her breath stuttered over an exhale. “You always were sensitive here,” he remembered.

She swallowed hard. “Not only there.”

He shifted down to the valley formed by the opened buttons of her top. “Here too,” he agreed, brushing his mouth over the mounds of her breasts that plumped up out of her bra. Swiftly, he unfastened the remaining buttons until he could spread the panels of her tuxedo shirt wide.

Beautiful.

He slipped his hands to the middle of her back to arch her up like an offering so he could tug her bra aside with his teeth. Her neck stretched back on the pillows and she moaned deep and long when his mouth engulfed her nipple.

It was better than any memory. She was better than any dream, even the ones he’d had of her, and boy, had he dreamed of Quinn. Hot, filthy, body-draining dreams that’d woke him in the middle of the night with so rigid an erection, even jacking off couldn’t ease the pain.

As always, Quinn was game for it. Greedy hands roamed up and down from his skull to his back to his waist, every inch she could reach while he paid homage to her breasts. “Here, baby,” she coaxed, pulling down the left side of her bra. His eyes flickered up to meet hers, hot and hungry with demand. He released her nipple and rolled it between his fingers, leaning over to suck the other one deep. “Jasper,” she moaned, her legs shifting and tangling with his, restless with need.

He ducked his head to drag his mouth down her belly and over that strip of skin she’d left bare for any man to see. “This has been driving me crazy all night,” he admitted hoarsely. “Knowing every guy who saw you wanted his mouth right here. But only so he could get it here,” and he slipped a finger past the band on her trousers and between her legs.

Jasper!”

“Right here, baby.” He unbuckled her belt and had her jeans and panties down and off in the next second. Jasper paused for a moment to take in the vision sprawled out before him. Her tits were propped up on display for him, her legs spread wide so he could see her wet with want for him.

“Christ, you’re gonna go already, aren’t you?”

Frantic, she shook her head against the pillow, but pushed her groin into his palm. “No,” she lied. “I don’t want it to end so soon.”

“If it does, we’ll start it up again.” And with that, he crawled between her legs and put his mouth on her.

If her kiss was narcotic, then the taste of her was the nectar of gods. Nothing compared. Not the first beer after a successful mission. Not his first bite of real food after days of living off MREs.

She shrieked on contact and again when he sucked on her clit. She ground her pelvis into his mouth and her fingers into his skull, clutching him to her as though afraid he might stop. But he had no intention of stopping and licked and sucked and ate at her until the first orgasm ripped her apart.

He knifed up as she came down, tearing at the release to his shoulder holster and setting it and his weapon on the night stand seconds before a rousing Quinn yanked his shirt out of his pants and up without bothering to unbutton it. He raised his arms to help her and then reached for his wallet while she went after his buckle, pulled down his fly, and freed him.

“Quinn,” he groaned when her hand wrapped him up. Her thumb cruised over the weeping tip, and Jasper’s head dropped back. “I want your mouth,” he growled, but when he felt her breath on his flesh, he snapped up and pushed her back into the bed. “But I want you more.”

“Oh my God, yes,” she moaned, notching her legs into the groove of his hips. “Now, Jasp. I need you now.”

She’d just come and already needed it again. She was a marvel, and tonight, right now, she was his.

His again.

“You’re gonna get me, baby. Put this on me first.” He pressed the condom wrapper in her hand before his fingers skated up her arm. “I’d forgotten how soft your skin is.”

She didn’t reply. It took another moment for him to realize she wasn’t gloving him up.

“Quinn?”

She glanced up through her eyelashes with uncharacteristic hesitation that sent a bolt of apprehension coursing through him.

“I’m on the pill,” she quietly reminded him. “And there’s been no one since you.”

He felt her words like a blow to the gut, and God, God, the sweetness of her gift nearly unmanned him.

So he gave it back as he shoved his pants off, shifted up, notch himself in place against her, and slid inside, bare as the day he was born. “No one since you, sweetheart,” he promised, and she finally wrapped him up in her arms and her legs and took him deep in her body until there was no space left between them.

“Kiss me,” she demanded. He ducked his head to comply while pulling out so he could thrust right back into her.

Christ, she was so snug around him, he almost lost it on the second go. She pulsed against him, and he took the cue and thrust out and in again, quickly building to a rhythm that had her clawing his back and making familiar noises of frustrated need in her throat.

“Wildcat,” he praised. Jasper lifted his chest to watch it come over her so he’d have that memory to relive when she was no longer around for him to fuck. She took that as invitation to bite his nipple, which quickly sent him right to the edge. “Hurry up, wildcat,” he urged, thumbing her clit, but she was already there, the spasms of her orgasm clenching down on his dick until he shouted her name and lost his rhythm, plunging and thrusting until he shot deep inside her.

Spent, he kept moving, easing them both back from bliss as he searched and found her mouth with his. “My wildcat,” he murmured against her lips, shoving in her one last time to stay put. “My wild lady.”

Mine.

* * *

“What is that God-awful noise?”

As strangely as it had begun, the piercing beep slicing through the sleepy fog in Quinn’s head stopped. An arm clutched her waist and then released. Cold rushed in at her back as the warm body that’d been curved around hers all night rolled out of the bed. She murmured sleepily when the sheet was pulled up and around her. A body dropped to the floor, and Quinn heard the once familiar sounds of Jasper’s morning routine pepper the air.

She cracked her eyes enough to make out the alarm clock across the room. “It should be illegal to be awake at such an ungodly hour of the morning.”

“Unless you stay up for it, right?”

She didn’t have to look to know he was grinning.

“That’s something else entirely,” she groused, snuggling back into the fluffy pillow.

“It always is.”

He went back to manly grunting his way through what she rightly guessed was a regimen of sit ups.

Back when they’d been married, they’d done this almost on a daily basis, or at least on those mornings Jasper was home. He needed far less sleep than she, especially if she was working into the wee hours, and too many years in the armed services had made the concept of “sleeping in” an anathema. He’d wake, she’d complain without meaning it, and he’d do his first group of calisthenics there in the bedroom while she kept sleepy watch.

Quinn had loved those mornings. Loved having that private pocket of time with Jasper before his world intruded and dragged him away from her. She adored watching his strong, mouthwatering body work through the exercises that kept him that way. She thrilled at the knowledge that he’d use that strength and ability to defend and shelter their nation and to shower her with protection and pleasure every chance he got. And she loved that he let her see this, this immense physical and mental strength, but more in those rare moments when he let her catch a glimpse of the rare vulnerability he kept carefully locked away. The fear that he’d fail his men. The worry that he wouldn’t bring them all home; the rage and sorrow when he didn’t.

When they were in bed, one of her favorite things to do was run her hands over all that muscle and sinew and hold him close and treasure him and the knowledge that he was hers in a way he’d be to no other. She’d been so proud of him and humbled to call him hers.

It had been a wrenching pain the first morning after she left him to realize she’d never do that again, that she no longer had that right.

The chorus of grunts and low-voiced swearing went on for another ten minutes through which Quinn lightly dozed until he shifted into pushups. She roused with interest. If she remembered right—and she was pretty sure she did—Jasper lifting and flexing his way through pushups was a sight worth seeing. She rolled onto her belly into the warm pocket left in his wake and, after a Herculean effort to lift her eyelids, peered over the edge of the bed.

Totally worth it.

Dim sunbeams seeped in through the blinds, cutting the floor into bands of light and dark. Jasper’s long body stretched down through one beam, head at the nightstand, feet a good four inches past the end of the bed.

Damn if the man didn’t glow.

His shoulder blades met in the center of his back on each down stroke, throwing his spine in sharp relief. Quinn shifted on one hip and propped her head on a forearm to get a better vantage point to trace the defined groove from the base of his neck all the way down to where it disappeared beneath the waistband of his black boxer briefs. The sheet slipped to the small of her back as she spent a few moments in intense study of his firm, clenched ass.

His back was a thing of sculpted beauty matched only by his literally bulging biceps and delts as he lifted up into a precise, even plane from toe to knuckle then back down to hover half an inch above the bedroom floor before lifting up again into a push up stand. Quinn’s heartbeat accelerated as she watched, riveted by the wonder of form and discipline, tracking each flex and ripple as if mapping the secrets of the universe.

And that was before he switched to one hand.

Quinn bit her lip, but not before a low moan managed to escape.

“What was that?” he asked without looking up.

Mesmerized, she counted thirty repetitions before he switched hands. “Sorry?” she croaked.

“You said something.”

“Hardly. I’m not even in my body yet.”

“Give me fifteen minutes, and I will be.”

She narrowed her eyes, but declined to retort given he probably wasn’t wrong, especially if he kept up with that, and focused on the show he was bent on performing.

He held firm in a push-up stand, then bounced back a few inches on palms and toes before lowering prone to the floor. Crossing his arms under his face so his fingertips nearly brushed each elbow, Jasper extended upwards, legs in an X formation, hands crisscrossed beneath him, one above the other, wide shoulders rounded so his triceps bulged out all along the outside of his arms. Without pausing for rest, he powered on through another set.

Quinn caught her breath and slid a hand down her belly.

“That one’s new,” she noted, a little breathless.

He grunted through three more. “Forearm to triceps extension.”

The tip of her index finger strummed along her slippery folds. “Do tell.”

There must’ve been something in her voice because this time, when he held the push up stand, his chin lifted and those green-gold eyes zeroed in on her.

Quinn licked her lips and watched heat chase the question from his face. “You like that.”

He wasn’t asking, but she held his gaze through lowered lids and let him see her answer.

She liked it. She like it a lot.

Balancing on one hand, he reached out to tug the sheet from her body. “Show me,” he rumbled, voice hoarse.

Without losing his eyes, she rolled to her back and spread her legs wide, setting her thumb to work so she could slide two fingers inside. Automatically, her hips lifted toward the pleasure. A low groan rolled up from the floor. Her free hand cupped her breast. She plucked the nipple under his avaricious gaze.

“Wider,” he ordered, chin jutting toward her legs.

“Baby,” she whispered while she complied. “Get up here.”

“You got your show,” He levered up from the floor and stretched out across the bottom of the bed, head in hand right between her spread feet. “This one’s mine.”

Fair enough. Quinn settled in to giving a show that would drive him wild. She moved her hips against her hand, working herself on her fingers as she watched Jasper watching her. Twin spots of color ran high up on his cheeks. His beautiful mouth pulled into a thin rigid line. Sweat glistened on his chest from the workout and she lick her lips again thinking how next time she was going to taste him from stem to stern and everywhere in between.

Quinn glanced down and saw the tip of his erection popping out from the top of his boxer briefs. Jasper caught her direction and pulled himself free in the next second, stroking his length almost leisurely without looking away from her busy hands.

Quinn’s efforts sped up.

“That’s it, baby,” he coaxed. “Show me how much you want it. Let me see how wet you get for me.”

“Jasper,” she moaned, fingers flying between her legs, her nipple pinched so tight, pain mixed with the intense pleasure. She wanted to close her eyes and let the orgasm roll through her, but she couldn’t look away from Jasper. He’d shifted his hand to stroke her calf while his cut forearm kept steady rhythm. “I love arm porn.”

He barked out a laugh, then leaned over to kiss her thigh. “Go over hard,” he urged. She felt his breath on her fingers and tripped over a new high. “Give that to me, sweetheart.”

She scratched her nail over her nipple and that tipped her past the edge. Her neck stretched back and she lost her view, but Jasper jacking himself for her was already burned across her mind’s eye. “Oh yes,” she moaned as it crashed over her, her head full of Jasper’s hands and Jasper’s face and Jasper’s body.

She was still in the throes when he bumped her thighs wider, knocked her hand aside, and shoved deep within her.

“Holy fuck,” he swore.

Jasper!” she screamed. She grabbed him by the neck and wrapped one leg around his thighs, one high on his back. “Don’t stop, Jasp,” she begged. “Don’t ever stop.”

He turned his head and sucked her wet fingers into his mouth, curving his tongue to lick her taste from them, and, Lord love a duck, it was so hot, she nearly passed out from the spasm that spurred through her. Jasper lowered his forehead to hers as he rocked in and out. She stared up into his eyes while the sound of their flesh slapping together filled her ears. Dark stubble covered his cheeks so he looked like some pirate intent on pillaging her until she felt him for a week. He’d shave it before going to work, but she wished he wouldn’t. Scruffy Jasper was the man who was all hers, only hers, and she hated knowing soon, she’d have to give him up.

“Come on, wildcat. Come all over me.” He palmed her breast and ducked his head to slip the nipple between his teeth, biting down until she shrieked. She felt the orgasm building again and knew this one was going to be harder that the last two, wild and out of control the way Jasper made her feel every second she was under him.

His hand replaced his mouth at her breast. She reached up to bite his bottom lip as that wild inside her cinched tighter and tighter and tighter until it burst. Her neck arched back; he took hold of her throat and pounded away.

“Fuck, how you squeeze me when you come,” he grunted. “Spectacular.” His hand slid up to her jaw, yanking her face down so they kissed deep and wet and long as he fucked her even harder until finally he came with a hoarse shout.

Panting, they lay in place, Jasper’s face in her neck, Quinn’s mouth at his ear, spent, joined, and savoring that connection in the delicious haze that followed amazing sex. Quinn shivered when his tongue teased her earlobe. Slowly, languidly, her hands mapped his back, tracing the muscles he’d worked that morning first on the floor and then on her.

“You’ve always been my best adventure,” she whispered.

He went rigid and she froze as her words penetrated.

Oh crap, did she really say that out loud?

Jasper raised his head. Going by his look of intense triumph, yup, she definitely said that out loud.

She opened her mouth to backtrack, but was saved the effort by a loud knock on her apartment door.

“Queen!” Twist’s dull voice sounded through the apartment and the opened door of the bedroom. “I’m not standing out here while you bang Quinn again!”

Quinn and Jasper stared at one another with shared shock, and then Jasper’s head dropped to her shoulder.

“I am going to kill him.”

Quinn laughed. “No you’re not. He’s your best friend.”

“Not for much longer. You wouldn’t believe the shit he pulled yesterday. It was a frickin’ sewing circle on coms with my sex life the main gossip topic.”

She rubbed his head in mock sympathy. “Poor baby,” she teased. “I had no idea you alpha boys chattered so when left to yourselves.”

“We don’t, but Twist is a rare breed. Got a psych degree and left a practice behind to join the Navy. Makes him more emo than ten other guys put together.”

He nuzzled her neck. The skin there rippled under the caress. “Man’s got a calling,” he added quietly. “Feels more than most. What you see of him is how he protects that.”

“So it’s all an act?”

“No, he really is that much of an annoying idiot.” She laughed again at his wry frustration. “But I’d trust no one more at my back,” he finished on a serious tone. “Or with my secrets.”

Quinn felt a shard of disappointment that he didn’t feel the same way about her, but shoved it aside. She was enjoying this light, affectionate aftermath with Jasper. He’d be leaving in a few minutes. She didn’t want old wounds opening up before he did.

So she wrapped him up and gave him a light squeeze with her arms and her legs and her still throbbing sex. “He loves you,” she noted while Jasper groaned.

“I know it.” He brushed his thumb over her mouth. “But can we not talk about Twist when I’m hard inside you and have to go in 5 minutes?”

She nipped at his digit when it made a second pass. “Deal.”

His eyes and face softened, and Quinn lost her breath. “Been waiting a long time to see that look on your face again,” he said in a low, warm voice that made her vibrate in all the right places.

“What look?”

Eyes open, he captured her mouth with his and slowly, sweetly slid out of her. “Satisfaction,” he growled and kissed her again. “Gotta go, babe,” and now there was regret in his voice too.

“I know.” She ran her hand over his stubble. “Wish you didn’t have to shave for the job,” she admitted. “I like this look.” She kissed the edge of his scruffy chin. “Pirate Jasper.”

He chuckled low and deep, making her nipples rise up against his hard chest. “You like it, I’ll keep it while I’m here.”

The gesture surprised her. Jasper never went against regulations. “Really?”

“Sure. There are no regs on McBain’s detail, and I don’t have the Navy to adhere to for a couple of weeks.” He bent to rub his rough cheek against her puckered nipple. “Already I can see the benefits.”

“Mmm. You’re giving me ideas.”

His tongue sneaked out to lick sensitive flesh. “Good. I’m already a big fan of your plunder.”

He was doing it to her again, revving up her hunger. He thought she’d been satisfied when the truth was, she could never get enough of him, not if she had him for a hundred years.

“What are we doing here Jasper?” The words escaped before she’d registered them in her brain, or else she would’ve stopped that shit right away.

He looked up at her without moving away from her breast. “We’re enjoying each other, Quinn. And some seriously explosive sex. Why does it have to be anything more complicated than that?”

“Because we’re us. Because it’s always complicated when it’s us.”

“Maybe that’s our problem. Maybe we need a little easy for a change.” He brushed a wisp of hair back from her face. “I’ve missed you. I’ve missed fucking you. I’ve missed talking and laughing with you. You’re a seriously good time and an amazing lay. Why can’t that be enough?”

As painful as his choice of words was, he made it sound so achievable, but Quinn wondered how long they could actually stick within those parameters. How long she could live with having only Jasper’s body and social company and nothing of his soul.

“What happened with the Navy, Jasp?”

“Who are you afraid of, Quinn?” he shot back. She rolled her lips together to keep her mouth shut. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” His eyes filled with a hint of mean. “You can have my cock. I’m happy to give you more orgasms than you can handle, take as many as you can give me. And we’ll eat and drink and have fun together for as long as we’re both here. But you’re gonna have to share your own secrets before you get a shot at mine again, baby. You gave up the right to know my heart when you gave up on our marriage.”

It hurt and hurt deep, but he was right and it made her voice small when she agreed. “Okay, Jasp.”

He studied her. Quinn figured her easy capitulation came as a surprise. But she was saved again by Twist’s shout. “Let’s go, Queen! Or I’m gonna tell all the boys why we were late to the briefing this morning.”

“Shit. He’ll do it too,” Jasper muttered and Quinn found her good humor restored.

“Maintaining that badass rep must be a rough gig.”

“You’re not kidding.”

He kissed her hard and quick, then knifed up and off the bed to grab his clothes from the floor. He dressed quickly, barely bothering to button his shirt before strapping the shoulder holster over it and shoving his feet back into his boots. Quinn tangled herself back into the sheet and shifted up on her hip to watch him.

“I’ll shower back at the resort after the briefing.”

“They set you up in one of those posh villas by the sea?”

He snorted. “We’ve got rooms in the employee section, but once we’re done with this job, we’ll move into the resort proper. Discounted rate, or we’d be shacking up next door to you.”

“Hibiscus Court’s not that bad.”

“Babe, I jimmied the lock in two minutes.”

“Bragging is unattractive even in a bad ass, super SEAL.”

He grinned and leaned over the bed so they were nose to nose. “SEALs don’t brag. We don’t have to. But if I was bragging, it’d be about how I got you off twice in less than twenty minutes.” He kissed her hard if quick. “But I’m too much of an officer and a gentleman.”

“I’ll remind you I got to the first one on my own.”

He kissed her again, slipping his tongue in her mouth this time. “Sure you did, sweetheart. Now, you need me to set an alarm so you can go back to sleep or you gonna get up?”

“The wedding’s not till one, and Willow got Clancy to hire a temp to help him cover the breakfast and brunch runs.”

“So you’re gonna sleep.”

“No, I need to pick up some supplies in town. Then I thought I’d hit the beach until I have to start set up.”

“I get a window, I’ll come find you, yeah?”

She thought of Jasper in swim trunks, his delicious body wet with ocean water. “That’d be good.”

He read her face and his eyes softened. “Yeah,” he repeated. Then with a final kiss and a resigned glare in Twist’s direction when he shouted again, Jasper headed for the door and left without looking back.

Quinn rolled to her side again and stared at the window blinds. She heard the front door shut behind Jasper and the muffled exchange between the two men. She kinda missed not hearing their banter. Probably more than worth the price of the ticket.

What kind of price was she about to pay to have this time with Jasper? Sure, there was something to be said for having an affair with a man who knew exactly how to get her off. There’d been good reasons for her year-long dry spell and only some of it had to do with her broken heart. When you had the best, settling for a runner up was so far from enticing as to not be worth the bother. Jasper was the best lover she’d ever had—he’d ruined her for other men—and it hadn’t even taken an entire day before they wound up in bed together again. Why shouldn’t she capitalize on the fact that fate or divine providence had dropped them both in paradise at the same time?

You gave up the right to know my heart.

Oh God, how she wanted his heart again. His heart and his secrets and the right to claim him as hers with as much ferocity as he’d once claimed her. She wanted to reach deep and pull out the wild he’d only ever shown to her and keep it close, keep it safe. But Jasper had named his price and it was a cost she was unwilling to pay. Because this time, when Quinn left him, she knew it wouldn’t be by her choice.

She might not be alive to make it.

Writer, singer, editor, traveler, tequila drinker, and cat herder, Kiersten Hallie Krum avoids pen names since keeping her multiple personalities strait is hard enough work. She writes smart, sharp, and sexy romantic suspense. Her debut romantic suspense novel, Wild on the Rocksis now available. Visit her website at www.kierstenkrum.com and find her regularly over sharing on various social media via @kierstenkrum.

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Sexy Sunday Snippet: An Early Taste of SEALed With a Twist

23 Oct

by Kiersten Hallie Krum

Now available exclusively from Kindle. Click image to buy!

Now available exclusively from Kindle. Click image to buy!

Happy Sunday, Lady Smutters. Are you feeling particularly holy today? Or are you unexpectedly in need of something for which to atone? Well, look no further! As part of our on-going excerpt Sundays, here is a *very* early taste of my upcoming novella, SEALed With a Twist.

A sequel to my debut novel Wild on the Rocks that released earlier this year, SEALed With a Twist features Navy SEAL Grant “Twisted” Sisti and the defrocked debutante he once happily fished out of a pool at the Casa Blanca resort on Barefoot Bay. Six months after the events in Wild on the Rocks, Twist has returned to Barefoot Bay to stand with his best friend and former commander, Jasper, as he remarries his ex-wife, Quinn. But all things are not happy-go-lucky with the man who’s twisted sense of humor earned him his call sign. And they’re about to get even more complicated.

SEALed With a Twist will be available to buy in February. Keep an eye out for the novella’s upcoming smokin’ cover reveal and, in the meantime, enjoy this early taste of Twist.

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Grant unlocked the villa with the key card and a faint regret for the lack of a hard key in his hand. Hard to defend yourself against some asshole who might shove inside the room right behind you with only a key card.

The default to combat readiness reassured him. Not that he expected to stumble upon violent crime here—recent Russian mob incursions notwithstanding. But it felt good to know his head might be screwed up, but his training looked to be intact.

It was that training that had Grant scanning the villa’s interior as he ambled in. Someone had left a light on in the living area and another over the kitchen sink leaving an ambient haze to hover over the main rooms. He noted the food set up on the island block before breaking off to reconnoiter the bedrooms and baths. Satisfied no one else had breached the perimeter, he was halfway to the patio when his phone chimed with Jasper’s reply.

Even through the flat, emotionless language of a text, Jasper’s words were resolute. NEED YOU TO BRIEF ME ON WHAT THIS SHIT IS ABOUT.

Grant snorted. Like that was gonna happen. He pulled back the wide glass doors that led out to the patio and pool before typing out WHATEVER, MAN. KISS QUINN FOR ME.

This time, the reply came quick: FUCK OFF.

And now they were back on the easy ground where Grant felt most comfortable. It was his job to dig into the emotions of his Team, to make sure their heads were in a place where they could continue to complete their duty.

Hell, if he’d have any of them, even Jasper, do the same to him.

He let Jasper keep the last word and tucked his phone in his back pocket just as his foot tangled in a pair of shorts left in a pile on the pool deck.

The hell?

His gaze tracked along to land on a matching golf shirt. He could just make out the Merry Maids logo in the glow of the pool lights

Shit. A gatecrasher. He was not in the mood to deal with this shit. Feelin’ too much today already. Watching Jasper and Quinn get their happy ending, dealing with Putter, working to keep that devil may care attitude at the forefront so his friends didn’t cotton on to the shit messin’ with his head. He didn’t have it in him to deal with some employee taking advantage of the late-day wedding and plush environs.

The muscle in his jaw clenched when he saw the bra and panties discarded at the edge of the deep end. A soft splash caught his attention and he turned his head in time to catch glimpse of arms cutting through the water with smooth, sharp strokes.

Her body had length, most of it in the legs that kicked rhythmically in time with her arms, calf muscles cut in relief. Her head tilted his way for her to take a breath, eyes shut, the oval shape of her face perfectly bisected by the water like a Carnivàle half mask. Grant’s eyes tracked down to the equally round and, it had to be said, pert shape of her bare ass with tight cheeks he guessed would comfortably fit in each of his hands.

She reached the end of the pool and executed a perfect flip that set her feet in precise location to launch into another lap. The floor lights in the pool illuminated the gleam of her body as she undulated under the surface for near half the pool’s length before breaching the surface with the sharp bob of a breast stroke.

Emphasis on breasts, plural, as both globes were revealed to Grant’s growing admiration. The SEAL in him admired her skill. She was an amateur but a damn good one who knew to move with the water rather than against it. Not many amateurs cottoned on to that trick, instead thought swimming was a battle to tame the water to their forms. All too many of them never learned the truth.

There was no taming the water. Not in any form.

The man in him was impressed by her other intriguing assets. He crossed his arms and settled in at rest to enjoy the show.

She was halfway through the return lap when she finally tagged him. Immediately, she floundered, getting a good swallow of pool water as she did, which led to an epic bout of choking while she got her feet under her.

Fixed on him, her eyes bugged out wide, but the pool light now put her face in shadow, hiding their color. Her once fluid limbs locked with alarm and a shocked embarrassment that grudgingly intrigued him.

‘Cept he wasn’t in the mood to tangle with a moonlit mermaid.

“You’ve got some nerve.”

“You’re not supposed to be here,” she accused between coughs.

“Pretty sure I am given how much I’m paying for it.” His gaze swept over her without a sign of his admiration. “Don’t remember checking off the ‘naked water nymph’ perk on the reservation.”

“It’s –it’s only—” A final harsh gurgle cleared her throat. “It’s only offered to Gold Star members.”

She had the nerve to joke? Her job in his hands and she was jerking his chain?

“I’ll remember to thank management for the upgrade when I report you.”

That took care of her cheek. “You can’t do that,” she whispered.

“Think you’re wrong there, nymph.”

Something odd flashed through the shocked embarrassment in her face. Odd and…familiar.

His vision narrowed to pinpoint on her features. Her wet hair left her face in relief and that whisper of warning teased the back of his neck again. The one that’d saved his life countless times in the field. The one that told him he’d missed something important.

He felt it, but didn’t get it, so he got pissed. For once, Grant let the aggravation show. “Tell me your name”

She started at his bark. “Ska—Skye.” She checked the distance to where she’d left her clothes. It was the new angle of her head that finally clicked.

“You’re the maid who snuck behind me when I was on the phone.”

“I hardly ‘snucked’,” she denied with instinctive insult. “But yes, that was me” She swallowed and he could see her rally right before his eyes. Her shoulders rolled back, chin tilting with an arrogance he’d expect from his Yankee, blue-blooded mother, not a housemaid at a Florida beach resort. “And don’t speak to me like that,” she demanded, all traces of embarrassed guilt gone.

He showed her the edge of her amusement. “Not in the position to make demands, darlin’.”

She turned that rigid shoulder to him, exposing plump side boob and a very nice back whose spine was ramrod straight. She swished her way to the edge of the pool where she’d left her clothes—which were now at his feet.

This seemed not to bother her at all. Once at the side of the pool, she looked up, fingers curling around the rim, and, fuck him, his dick finally dialed in to take acute notice, rousing despite her breasts being out-of-sight crushed to the wall

Her legs kicked idly in the water, muddying his view, but he’d seen enough to know she’d be worth the time and effort—if he was in the mood to make either. Well, parts of him were in the mood, but it’d been a long time since he’d been led around by his dick. One tempting water nymph wasn’t going to make him revert.

“You gonna stand there all night or you gonna report me?”

More cheek. He really didn’t want to like this woman.

“Haven’t decided. Maybe if you were a little nicer, you could talk me out of it.”

Any other woman would’ve cut and run by now, especially when he was deliberately being this much of an outright asshole.

Instead, Skye contemplated him from below and then, shocking the shit outta him, she flattened her hands and hoisted herself out of the pool. A whoosh of water heralded her expulsion and then there she stood, naked and without a hint of shame.

He took her in, half aware of the effort it took not to have his mouth gaping like a mouth-breather. Water dripped down her chest and over her high, pert breasts whose nipples raised to points against the cooler air. Down the concave slope of her belly and over the natural flare of her hips and vee of her exposed sex to pool around her feet on the asphalt.

A surge of lust contorted him. He wanted his hands on those hips, his mouth on those breasts, and those lithe legs wrapped tight and high on his back as he surged inside her. He felt the pull of her expectation and somehow wrenched his eyes from the feast of her body to the no less bounty of her face. When Skye caught his gaze, her lush mouth curved in a Cheshire smile.

“How much nicer do you want me to be?”

Writer, singer, editor, traveler, tequila drinker, and cat herder, Kiersten Hallie Krum avoids pen names since keeping her multiple personalities straight is hard enough work. She writes smart, sharp, and sexy romantic suspense. Her debut romantic suspense novel, Wild on the Rocksis now available. Visit her website at www.kierstenkrum.com and find her regularly over sharing on various social media via @kierstenkrum.

 

Kerensa: Wiccan Apothecary *

22 Sep

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Who is the lovely Kerensa? A heroine of my next fantasy romance novel? No–but she should be.

I FREAKING LOVE THIS JOB! Yes, I admit I tend to walk around wearing romance spectacles, but even when I’m not trying I still manage to walk smack into a place that should be a setting in a book–and discover people who call out to become characters in that setting.

Last week I was getting some bread from a local bakery and noticed a tiny new shop with the words ‘apothecary’ in the window.  Like a moth to flame, I went in and gasped at all the pretty pretty things.

Apothecary? you say.  Yes, you can be an apothecary in the U.S. though you can only sell beauty products–not give out health advice or dispense medicines.  So what we have here are candles, soaps, salves, lotions, essential oils–all mixed and blended by Kerensa.  And by ‘pretty’ I mean no artificial dyes, no nasty chemicals, and no headache inducing stank as soon as you walk in. (I’m looking at you, Yankee Candle.)

imag1858The shop is called Cville Soapbox.  Kerensa is the owner who mixes and blends everything the store sells and also offers her wares on her website: Lux Auromatica.

KERENSA THE APOTHECARY: A WOMAN OF KNOWLEDGE

It’s not just that Kerensa’s shop is cool, or that her name is cool, or that being an apothecary is cool. For me, the best part is that Kerensa knows how we have historically used flowers, plants, and herbs for healing and soothing our bodies.

Madeline Iva: I’m a recent convert to nettle tea.  What’s your favorite herb?

Kerensa: Lavender.  In my garden I have lemon balm, oregano, thyme, sage, and cat mint and lavender–two kinds.  They all end up in my kitchen, and some of them end up in product.  I use organic cat nip in my bug lotions.  I tell people they can come into the store and look up how to use herbs.  And if there’s something they like, there are many ways to use it.

MARRIED TO A ROMANCE HERO

Brian was in the shop when I went in.  He’s Kerensa’s husband, and has the perfect resume for being a romance hero, i.e.

  • Served in the navy
  • Shocking turquoise blue eyes
  • Black hair
  • Amazingly helpful

I asked Kerensa for the dirt on she met her HEA guy:

Kerensa: I was working in Virginia Beach over Labor Day weekend, where my sister was staying with friends at the time.  She swears she wasn’t trying to hook me up.  I ended up staying at the house as well, and there were these two guys who were also staying at the house as guests.  I’d just gotten back from Italy, and one of them started flirting with me in Italian.  We chatted for 20 minutes in Italian, and I had this thought: I could keep talking to him for the next fifty years.

WICCAN OR JUST WICCAN FRIENDLY?

*When I first talked to Kerensa, I got the impression that she was a practicing Wiccan. Kerensa however, describes herself as more “Wiccan friendly”.

Kerensa: Although my beliefs align with much of Wiccan thinking, I’m not one. I don’t have a coven.

Brian: You don’t have a coven. You just have a broom.

(!!!)

One thing that came out in our discussion was that in New England the Wiccans (of which there are many) tend to out themselves immediately.  Not so, here in Virginia.  In our more conservative climate, Kerensa has had to develop a certain amount of trust before folk finally confess they’re Wiccans.  (It seems Virginia Wiccans pretty much keep it on the down low.)  Am I wrong for thinking that’s even more cool?

LET’S TALK ABOUT ALL THE THINGS:

I saw a Dragon’s Blood candle and instantly decided that this was the place to get my gift items for the Wicked Lady Smut basket we’re giving away at the Washington Romance Writer’s Readers & Bloggers Luncheon on Oct. 8th.

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Yeah, that witch is naked breasted. Some lucky reader at the luncheon is going to get this towel and be so happy.

Brian was in the store that day and helped me pick out some other items to go with the candle. Pictured below is the Dragon’s Blood candle, along with some Sea Witch soap, a stick of perfume (Yes–you rub it on your skin) and this glorious hemp hand towel.  Perfect for Halloween, and perfect for the luncheon!

Check out Kerensa’s website.  Since you readers have been SO GOOD this year, we’ll bring Kerensa back in October to do some fun give aways for Halloween.  Dragon’s Blood candle, anyone?

Meanwhile, enjoy our witchay-woman ways here at Lady Smut.  Technically we’re not a coven, but grab a mug of nettle tea and follow our blog.  You should feel better instantly.

Madeline Ivaimgres writes fantasy and paranormal romance.  Her novella ‘Sexsomnia’ is available in our LadySmut anthology HERE, Her fantasy romance, WICKED APPRENTICE, is available for pre-order Oct 1st and releases November 1st.

Forcing A Collision of Fantasy and Reality With Renee Rose

26 Aug

By Elizabeth SaFleur

Today we have a special treat for you my LadySmutters. USA Today Bestselling Author Renee Rose is here! And don’t squeal too loudly, but…a sexy snippet from Renee’s latest work in progress is within this interview. Oh, go ahead and squee…I did.

For those of you who don’t know Renee, well…she’s a self-professed naughty wordsmith who writes BDSM and spanking romance novels. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical, Sci-Fi and BDSM awards, and Spanking Romance Reviews’ Best Historical, Erotic, Ageplay and favorite author. She’s hit #1 on Amazon in multiple categories in the U.S. and U.K., is often found on the list of Amazon’s Top 100 Erotic Authors and is a regular columnist for Write Sex Right. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.

On to the goodies…

ELIZABETH SAFLEUR: What draws you to write about the Domestic Discipline or 1950’s household lifestyle?
RENEE ROSE: I prefer non-con or dub-con, so domestic discipline offers perfect, delicious scenarios for punishments, humiliation or D/s scenes to wind my crank. I think there’s something about the “danger” of non-consent or dubious consent–the not knowing for sure when or if he’ll stop, etc. that heightens the turn-on.

ELIZABETH SAFLEUR: Do you believe today’s world of women’s hyper-independence contributes to this desire for Domestic Discipline (or some form of it)? Or perhaps it’s just the fantasy of reading it that provides some relief?
RENEE ROSE:I definitely think it’s just about the submission fantasy. I think of D/s as a sexual orientation–something about ten percent of the population are born into. I think it would be there regardless of the current gender roles.

ELIZABETH SAFLEUR: You’re so prolific! What is your writing day like? How do you get so many books published? We want to drink whatever you’re drinking.
RENEE ROSE: For some reason, I always have this feeling I’m behind! I have all these books in mind and can’t seem to keep up with them. I feel like the little hamster in the wheel! I see clients out of my home and write in the in-between times–whenever I can. I bring my laptop with me everywhere so I can write during my daughter’s piano lesson or at Starbucks after dropping the kids at school and before an appointment.

(Ed Note: Okay, now I’m jealous. Being able to write anywhere? What a gift.)

ELIZABETH SAFLEUR: You also write in so many genres—regency, contemporary, western, medieval, paranormal, renaissance, age play, domestic discipline, spanking, and Sci-fi. That is quite a list. Do you have a favorite? Do you just wake up and think, ‘hmm, today I want to write in X genre.’ Or do you have a set schedule?
RENEE ROSE: LOL. I think I do just wake up and think, “hmmm, today I think I’ll write a ___.” 🙂 It’s whatever mood strikes me I guess. The common thread is always the D/s.

ELIZABETH SAFLEUR: Is there a story you’re just dying to tell but haven’t been able to turn your attention to it yet?
RENEE ROSE: So many!!! I’m waiting to write a new shifter book (and I have another trio plotted) and I need to write the follow up to His Human Slave. There are several others yapping away to be written too!

ELIZABETH SAFLEUR:  What had you write BDSM under a different name, Darling Adams?
RENEE ROSE:  I was at a stage in my career when I felt like I needed to reinvent myself. I was lucky in that I had some initial popularity right out of the gates, but then readers’ interest seemed to tail off. I think trying out a new name just helped me shift out of my “stuck” energy. I also had the idea at the time that I would make a clear delineation. Renee Rose would be for DD-style books and Darling Adams would be for BDSM. Of course there’s no such clear delineation anyway, so I don’t know what I was thinking!

ELIZABETH SAFLEUR: How much do you believe fantasy and reality collide in DD, BDSM, spanking and other kink novels? And is there a line you won’t cross? Or a line you think should be crossed more often?
RENEE ROSE: I have crossed many lines I didn’t think I would. When I started writing, I didn’t think I’d write ageplay. Or even BDSM (I found consent boring). I didn’t think I’d write rape-y scenes, but I just wrote my first one in His Human Slave. I guess I hope all my books force a collision of fantasy and reality. The reality is the emotions involved and the fantasy, of course is the actions/plot. I hope all the emotions come across as “real.” To me they certainly are.

(Ed note: His Human Slave is part of the Human Surrender anthology.)

ELIZABETH SAFLEUR: What are you reading?
RENEE ROSE: I’ve been reading mainstream novels with a D/s edge, studying how far a mainstream author can go. My agent wants me to write a “non-kinky” version of my Bossman series so I just finished reading Kresley Cole’s Gamemaker series and Tessa Bailey’s Protecting What’s His. There’s a little ass-slapping and all kinds of dominate talk, without ever crossing into real D/s. They work for me–they still turn me on. Even though they don’t have my full fantasies playing out, I could imagine them there, between the pages. I’m hoping to do that with this new series.

ELIZABETH SAFLEUR: Oh, I love the Gamemaker series! Anything else coming, writing-wise, for you?
RENEE ROSE: I’m sketching out the non-kinky mafia series right now. In the first book, the heroine is an art historian with bad taste in men. She’s left her last boyfriend and taken a temporary job at a mafia-owned casino as a maid. While cleaning the owner, Nico Tacone’s apartment, he shows up and assumes she’s a spy, subjecting her to a strip search.

Here’s a little snippet:
He reached out and ran his fingers swiftly along the collar of my housekeeping dress, like he was feeling for some hidden wire tap. I was pretty sure the guy was half out of his mind, maybe delirious with sleep deprivation. Maybe he’s just nuts. I froze, not wanting to set him off.

To my shock, he yanked down the zipper on the front of my dress, all the way to my waist.

A tiny mewl left my lips, but I didn’t dare move, didn’t protest. In a flash, the dress dropped at my feet and he shoved me aside to get it out from under my feet. He picked it up and ran his hands all over it, still searching, determined I must have hidden something.

“Look, I don’t know what you’re looking for, but I don’t have it,” I squeaked. “I was helping Shannon and then she got a call–”

“Save it,” he barked. “You’re too fucking perfect. What’s the con? What the fuck are you doing in here?”

I was confounded. Did I keep arguing the truth when it only pissed him off? I swallowed. No words reached my brain that sounded like the right ones to say.

He reached for my bra. It was a front hook and he was obviously quite experienced with women’s lingerie because it’s off faster than the dress. My breasts spring out with a bounce, and he glares at them, nostrils flaring, as if I was the one who bared them just to tempt him. He examines the bra, then tosses it on the floor and stares at me. His eyes dipped once more to my breasts and his expression grew even more furious.

I tried to step back but I ran into the toilet. “I’m not hiding anything. I’m just a maid. I got hired a few weeks ago. You can call Samuel.”

He dropped the bra and stepped closer. The hardened menace on his handsome face flattered him, only increasing his attractiveness to me. My body thrilled at the nearness of him, pussy dampening. Or maybe it was the fact that he just stripped me practically naked while he stood there fully clothed. If I hadn’t been so scared, it would be uber hot.
He palmed my backside, hot fingers sliding over the satiny fabric of my panties, checking for bugs. He slid a thumb under the gusset, running the fabric through his fingers. My belly fluttered.

Oh God. The back of his thumb brushed my dewy slit. I cringed in embarrassment. He just noticed how wet he made me. His head jerked up and he stared at me, in surprise nostrils flaring.

ELIZABETH SAFLEUR:  Whew! Panting a little over here. We can’t wait until this book comes out! In the meantime, what is your favorite way to connect with readers?
RENEE ROSE: I have a private facebook group where we have weekly “Wanton Wednesday” meet ups to discuss issues related to kink, relationships, books, implements, sex, etc. I absolutely adore and look forward to those events. I also get a fair amount of reader emails–I love when readers write back to share their journey with D/s.

All the better for us!

Psst…Did you know Renee also wrote a wonderful short in the Hero to Obey series, which features our very own Alexa Day, too?

THE LADYSMUT FAST LANE

Favorite smexy scene you’ve written?  I loved the angry whipping scene in His Human Slave.
Billionaire, cowboy or military hero? (or other?)  Billionaire, but military hero’s a close second.
Going back in time or jumping forward to the future? Back in time (corporal punishment– yay!).
Story you wish someone would tell already! I’d love more books that empower kids to follow their own hearts
Favorite holiday?  Thanksgiving. I love to cook and who doesn’t adore gratitude?
Tea, coffee, wine or martini (or all of the above)?  Coffee, then wine.
Number one bucket list item?  New York Times bestseller!

LOVE LINKS – Stalk Renee here
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And if you’re seeking a little more D/s and domestic discipline in your life, read Renee Rose or my latest release, PERFECT, a DD erotic romance with just a touch of suspense. Sometimes the perfect man is the most forbidden.

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Finding Your Tribe–A Guest Post From Jessica Scott

8 Aug

Note from Kiersten: In keeping with my unofficial military theme these past weeks, I invited military romance writer Jessica Scott to guest post at Lady Smut today. I first became aware of Jessica when she was serving in Iraq and Sarah Wendell from Smart Bitches, Trashy Books put together a book drive to send romance novels over to Jessica in an effort to ease the strain of war. Since then, Jessica has become a personal pal and a huge inspiration. I admire her greatly for her service, her writing, her many academics accomplishments (she currently teaches at West Point Academy while pursuing a PhD), and her emotional books that take a frank and often decidedly unromantic view of soldiers returning from war–and all they may bring back with them. I’m delighted to have Lady Smut host her perceptive reflection on the Romance Writers of America (RWA) conference and the concept of “tribe”–a watchword I heard a LOT at the conference–today.

Welcome Jessica!

At RWA this year, I noticed a pretty big shift in the conference. Well, there were several, but a couple really stood out to me.

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We made room at the table. The Romance Writers of America has been struggling to find its voice when it comes to welcoming all members–authors of color have been remarking for years that there have been deep, systemic problems at the conference. But recently, the RWA board has started listening. This year, there weren’t just panels on diversity–diverse authors were mainstream, even featured at both the Keynote luncheon and the Librarian Day luncheon. Authors like Beverly Jenkins who started her speech by discussing slave narratives that had informed her writing. It was an amazing, powerful speech and what’s better is that she didn’t change anything because her audience was largely white women. Sherry Thomas talked about her journey from China to America and how she learned English through reading romance novels. But more, she spoke about her struggles with postpartum depression–a struggle many of us went through in shame and secrecy because what could possibly be so wrong with us that welcoming our child into the world wasn’t the joyous commercial break we saw on TV?

These authors spoke about the things that connect us. In our case, it was our collective love of romance. Each of us came to our place in the romance world through different means. I started writing when I was in officer candidate school, when I was away from my kids for the first time. I kept writing through my deployment in Iraq and through what were arguably the roughest years of my life as I transitioned back to being a mom after only being a soldier.

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I distinctly remember an author posting a blog years ago when I was first starting out about how a woman wrote to her about the impact her books have had on her life. See, she was going through genital reconstruction after have been subjected to female genital mutilation. And this author’s books made her realize that there was hope, that maybe she could find pleasure one day.

Each of our romance journeys are different. Each of us comes to the table from a different place. But the thing about RWA this year that made me tear up several times was that we demonstrated there was room at the table for all of our stories. Writing and publishing is not a zero sum game. Sure, there are finite number of readers out there, but that’s not what I get out of the RWA national conference.

I get to reach out and connect with part of my tribe. I get to reconnect with women who get what it’s like to try and write when you’ve got kids in the house. I get to connect with fellow readers and gush about books we’re supposed to be ashamed of but aren’t. Because these are our stories. They come from a place within us that is very personal to each and every one of us. Our stories connect us with readers–men and women–out in the world.

Before I Fall

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That’s what was so important about the RWA national conference this year. We opened the hidden door and talked about our struggles. We acknowledged that depression is real and it’s dark and it’s scary–but that you are not alone. We made room at the table for diverse voices and learned that ours are not muted because we add to them, rather that we are all lifted up when our voices are combined.

I left RWA this year feeling re-energized in a way I haven’t felt in a long time. I needed this reconnection with my tribe. To sit around with other moms who were enjoying time away from mom duty and laugh about the crazy things our kids did. To be around other writers who were struggling. To be the voice in someone else’s head when they need someone to drown out their own because their own is toxic at the moment.

I hope the changes we saw at this  RWA conference stick. I want us to continue to lift each other up. To stop pretending that life is the five minutes of perfection we see on Facebook and to connect with the real people out there in the world. To reconnect with our tribe. Who lifts us up.

Jessica Scott is the USA Today bestselling author of novels set in the heart of America’s Army. She is an active duty army officer, a veteran of the Iraq war, is the mother of two daughters, three cats and three dogs, and wife to a retired NCO. She and her family are currently wherever the army has sent her. She has written for the New York Times At War blog, War on the Rocks, PBS Point of View Women and War and has been featured in Esquire Magazine as an American of the Year in 2012. She has published 11 novels and novellas about soldiers returning from war and has hit the USA Today Bestseller list twice. She has compiled two nonfiction projects about her time in Iraq and the return home. She has recently completed a Master’s degree in sociology from Duke, a Master’s degree in Telecom Management from University of Maryland University College, and a BA in Cultural Studies from State University of New York. She is currently pursuing a PhD in sociology. Learn more at http://www.jessicascott.net

He’s Hot, He’s Tied Up, and He’s All Yours–Now What Are You Gonna Do?

30 Jun
Some days a woman feels her inner spank more than others.

Some days a woman feels her inner spank more than others.

by Madeline Iva

Let’s talk about women in seriously tight leather, wielding whips. While everybody hates a shrieking bitch, we all respect the woman who has her sh** majorly together.  This woman is my role model when I encounter her–be she a mom or a boss.

She is unflappable when it comes to getting results.  ‘Results’ often means putting man or man-child back in his place and making him behave.  I respect this kind of woman–but do I identify with her as my heroine in an erotic romance story? Sure I do!

In the DEVIL’S DOORBELL anthology I was raving about last week, the heroine in Megan Heart’s story is a domme, with a hot sub.  His dick may be in chains (literally) but he is clearly empowered with his own agenda.

Our heroine in this story is heart sore (but then again, what Megan Hart heroine isn’t? ; >) She tends to his needs, until her own needs become so large, that her sub puts his role aside.  He takes his turn being the comforting one, the one to hold her and fuck her hard if that’s what she needs.

All of which helps when a demon from her past comes back into town.  This bad boy who once wrecked the heroine shows up to befuddle her head and break her heart. Again. Yet thanks to her domme experience and her sub, who’s shown her just how good a real man can treat her, she is no longer the broken woman her ex left behind. She finds an emotional power to deal with her ex calmly and firmly—putting him in his place sexually–even in her highly vulnerable state.  Not your typical spanking sub tale.

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Joey Hill has probably been most successful writing domme heroines and sub heroes. In NATURAL LAW, the hero is a cop going undercover at a sex club as a sub to catch a murderous FemDom.

Mac is an interesting alpha-sub. The heroine thinks he throws himself into the submissive roll with the cocky idea that he’s so tough, no woman can break him.

Such attitude makes her itch to try, of course.

Letting himself be restrained, Mackenzie, full of male pride, insists he can take anything she dishes out. There are two scenes when Violet violates his sense of old skool masculinity.  As he roars with primal fury, he’s helplessly getting off – and getting off – and getting off some more.

Reading these scenes, I was like ‘Oh my God!’, my eyes glued to my Kindle.

Viola breaks her bucking bronco, and leaves us with a wounded, sexy beast, weary and full of feels as she holds his large head in her hands.  He’s more humble, his primal force banked in the tenderness he feels towards her. I’m sure this scene hits all the right pleasure button for women readers.

MADELINE IVA: How are you the rare exception when it comes to erom writers in being able to have really successful FemDom sex that actually sells? What’s your secret sauce?

JOEY HILL: When I started writing my first FemDom/male sub story, I didn’t expect to BE writing that genre. Holding the Cards was intended to be MaleDom/female sub, because that’s what I liked to read myself. But it didn’t work, and I became so frustrated, I flipped the roles and suddenly the book took off. That was the story that taught ME that I could enjoy reading about that type of relationship.

I didn’t quite get my feet under me until the next one, which was NATURAL LAW. When I wrote Mac and Violet’s story, I figured out “the secret sauce” so to speak. Like most of those who were writing erotic romance at that time, I was a traditional romance reader. I loved romances with uber-alpha heroes (aka Dom wannabes that the world wasn’t ready to call Doms yet, lol). So when I wrote NATURAL LAW, I wrote a hero who had all the elements of those traditional heroes. Mac Nighthorse was protective, strong, and sensitive at the right moments in a masculine way (not a girl hiding in a guy’s body, lol), but he had the intriguing twist of desiring to submit sexually and serve… Full stop.

He's hot, he's tied up, and he's all yours. Now what are ya gonna do?

He’s hot, he’s tied up, and he’s all yours. Now what are ya gonna do?

It was that word “serve” that clicked for me. Since then, I’ve called this form of submissive the “palace guard” sub. He’s the type of guy who might be a cop or in the military, with such a craving to serve the woman he loves that it translates into a submissive orientation. I am a submissive myself, so I used my understanding of the submissive psychology to guide me through the scenes, but integrated it with how I’d expect a male hero to react and handle those scenarios.

Of course, the nice thing about how the erotic romance genre has evolved is it also now has room to explore the beta male subs.

Oh behave!

Oh behave!

It’s also REALLY important not to forget the Domme side of the equation. Just as my male sub still has traditional qualities of romance heroes, my Domme has vulnerabilities. She doesn’t stop being a woman in love; far from it. Her Domme side is all part of how she loves. She’s tough and amazing, but she still needs to be held when she cries. Which is genuinely the way a Domme is in real life as well. Dom or sub, these are still human beings whose needs and desires are pretty much the same as what we all have – they just express them through a Dominant or submissive orientation.

MADELINE IVA: Do you think FemDom will be more embraced by romance audiences as we move along?

JOEY HILL: As the erotic romance readership has grown more sophisticated, they’ve become more willing to try storylines they wouldn’t necessarily have considered when they first started reading erotic romance. So yes, I think as readers hear from other readers “Hey, this is really good and you should try it,” they will. That’s how NATURAL LAW gained in popularity and became the book that launched my career. Pretty funny, since I assumed in the beginning I would only ever write Male Doms, lol. Now I do Dommes, Doms, threesomes, you name it. I guess erotic romance authors become more diverse and sophisticated as we go along, too.

But final note, if an author wants a FemDom book to take off get it in the hands of readers/reviewers who will give it a try and crow from the rooftops to other readers if they love it. I’m seeing more and more requests from readers looking for “good” FemDom/male sub stories.

MADELINE IVA: Thanks Joey for being here today and answering these questions! Our very own Alexa Day has a FemDom story out in the new anthology HERO TO OBEY.

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The hero in this story is young-ish, hot-naturally–and performs as an excellent bar back for the owner of a restaurant and bar on the seashore. The heroine’s female employee is like “Can we keep him? Can we?” because he really puts an strong work ethic into his physical labors in an efficient and conscientious way. The heroine, however, has other ideas about what to do with such an obedient, gorgeous employee who responds so well to her commands.

There’s a great scene in the store room where nothing is said really, but the chemistry is palpably felt to the point where the relationship cannot go back to the way it was.  You’ll have to read the rest to find out what happens.

Meanwhile, do you have a favorite FemDom read? A favorite Joey Hill or Megan Hart book you adore? Does FemDom do it for you? Do you think this sub sub-genre is a growing trend?

As we become more comfortable with women in positions of enormous power, *cough* woman president of the United States *cough* do you think more women will see themselves in the FemDom role and look for more of these romances? Or do you think it will drive women even further into the fantasy of submission as they seek a break from all that responsibility?

Do tell.

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Madeline Ivaimgres writes fantasy, paranormal, and contemporary romance.  Her novella ‘Sexsomnia’ is available in our LadySmut anthology HERE, and her fantasy romance, WICKED APPRENTICE, will be out Fall, 2016.

Yes, Ma’am: Femdom Is Right on Time

28 Jun
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By Alexa Day

She took his face in both hands and pushed herself just far enough away to breathe.

“That night, in the storage,” she whispered. “Did I imagine that?”

He shook his head. “No.”

She rocked her pelvis against his. “Am I crazy for wanting to act on that?”

“You don’t seem crazy to me.”

“Good.” She took a step away from him and traced a line down his chest with her fingernail. “Take off your shirt.”

— from “Passing Through,” in Hero to Obey

Yes, ma’am.

Two little words that make me a little fluttery inside.

I’ve never understood the objection so many women have to being called “ma’am.” The prevalent argument is that it connotes age. I don’t get the objection to that, either. I love aging.

What makes “ma’am” superior to its substitutes in my mind? It’s one simple thing.

It’s deference. In a world of catcalling, mansplaining, and twee pet names, deference appeals to me a great deal. That’s a big part of the reason femdom-themed stories are working for me right now.

But the popular wisdom suggests that romance readers are a little uncomfortable with femdom stories. Why? Isn’t the world more than ready for some femdom fantasy?

Women are under such tremendous pressure, even now, to be nice to everyone. I hear women apologizing for asking for the things they want. They don’t want to be selfish. I read about women trying to figure out how to get people who live with them to share in the housework. I think at one point there was some crazy system that encouraged rewarding spouses for doing household chores. I see women who seem confused about the boundary between giving of themselves and depleting their own resources.

All the while, I see the way our world treats women who are undeniably in charge at home and at work. The number one criticism? They’re unfeminine. And make no mistake: women are quick to jump on another woman who seems to be on top of things.

Femdom is not a cure-all, but a healthy dose of it can solve a lot of problems. Check it out.

1. In the world of femdom, women don’t have to keep asking for things. No more bargaining. No more constant reminders. Women need not even say please. They ask for what they want (actually, as you see at the beginning of the post, the heroine of “Passing Through” doesn’t ask so much as command), and then they either get what they want, or they deliver a consequence. It’s tough to say which is more refreshing. Is it the knowledge that women need not ask more than once, or the knowledge that their partners are listening?

2. In this world, giving is limited only by our capacity to receive. Megan Hart is more eloquent on this point than I am. In Beg for It, heroine Corinne remembers her boy, Reese, like this: “Other men might feign a brief interest in massaging away the pain, but only so far as it meant them eventually getting in her pants. Her boy rubbed her feet until they no longer hurt, even if they both knew she didn’t plan on fucking him. … Other men had claimed they wanted to please her, and some of them had tried, but in the end it had always come down to them giving her what she wanted as long as it was also what they wanted to give her. Her boy had taken care of her needs before his own, no matter what.” That works for me, friends.

3. Femdom calls on a different reservoir of male strength. In my story, the hero, Noah, finds that he enjoys the challenge of obeying Gigi, both in and out of bed. Delaying gratification and testing the limits of his mind and body — submitting to Gigi requires him to be stronger than himself. The male submissive is in no way diminished by his service to his Domme. If anything, submission makes him stronger.

It’s been said that the female submissive in romance is so popular because submission gives her the freedom, the permission to explore desires she would hesitate to approach without direction. The dominant woman in romance, speaking very generally, isn’t looking for the same permission. She’s comfortable with her desires and with the prospect of exploring them. She just needs the right partner to make that journey with her.

Is romance ready for femdom? Well, as we established last week, femdom has been here for a while. But I think this is an excellent time for it. I love to see a take-charge heroine drive her own sexual journey, and I’m all about seeing her partner treating her with the deference reserved for royalty. Women on top deserve a happy ending, too.

My novella, “Passing Through,” releases today, in the great big box set, Hero to Obey. You’ll find my story alongside 21 other novellas featuring super hot military heroes and lots of kinky sexytimes. I’ve got an excerpt up for your approval, but here are a few words about what you’re getting into.

The summer’s brought two surprises to bar owner Gigi Deane: the former Army Ranger she hired is the perfect barback, and he takes orders in bed as well as he does on the job. Noah Monroe’s told her that he’s just passing through, but as the seasons change, can she convince him to make their summer thing a little more permanent?

Click like the wind, friends! And follow Lady Smut. We’ll keep your summers as hot as you want.

Military Theme Week Kickoff: A Talk With Military Romance Writer Kris Michaels

27 Jun

by Kiersten Hallie Krum

I’ve got a big post today for you lovely Lady Smutters, but before we get started on the awesome that kicks off our Lady Smut Theme Week, some quick housekeeping: I will be on vacation for the next three Mondays as I head out to San Diego for some sun, fun, and Navy-boy watching (it’s a competitive sport in those parts, I hear), and also, of course, the RWA National Conference. But you will hardly even miss me because I am delighted to announce a pair of outstanding authors who are going to guest post while I’m away.

On July 11th, award-winning author Cara McKenna will be taking over Lady Smut. We are huge fans of her sexy, complex, thought-provoking novels (do a search of her name to find past relevant posts). Her newest menage novel Downtown Devil is already burning up the Lady Smut bloggers. Then, on July 18th, USA Today bestselling author Megan Crane will be guesting. I went total fan grrl over her foray into biker novels, Make Me Burn from the Deacons of Bourbon Street series, and recently reviewed her new apocalyptic series about Viking marauders, which include the upcoming third book in the series, Edge of Control. Can’t wait for these exciting writers to add their unique stamps to the Lady Smut community!

Now onto Theme Week!

It’s Military Theme Week on Lady Smut! We’re celebrating the release of Lady Smut blogger Alexa Day’s new novella Passing Through, part of the military anthology Hero to Obey: Twenty-Two Naughty Military Romance Stories featuring 22 sexy novellas by bestselling authors.

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Military heroes (and heroines, of course) are a hugely popular sub-genre in Romancelandia…and with us here at Lady Smut, as you’ll see this week. A few weeks ago, I was introduced to author Kris Michaels whose series, KINGS OF GUARDIAN, features all kinds of military connections and not only of the hero variety. What’s more, Michaels writes from experience as she served in the military for many years before turning her skills and expertise to the page.  After reading her first three books in the series, I invited her to join us here on Lady Smut for Military Theme Week to talk about writing in this super popular sub-genre and how much real life inspires her military romances.

KIERSTEN HALLIE KRUM: Welcome Kris Michaels! Thanks for joining us here at Lady Smut. Tell us about your series, KINGS OF GUARDIAN.

KRIS MICHAELS: Hi! Thank you for having me! So, Guardian in a nutshell? Well, to paint the big picture, Guardian Security is the empire owned by David Xavier, a recluse billionaire. The private security company handles all types of security operations, both international and domestic. They are the absolute best at what they do. No single nation or governmental agency sanctions Guardian Security—but all use them. Guardian works to free Americans from desperate situations, to protect humanitarian efforts around the world, and to provide safe passage and secure environments for VIPs and dignitaries of all nations. On occasion, they are authorized to take out some nasty bastards that nobody else can touch—legally. The Kings are a family of five brothers and three sisters who all work, in one capacity or another, for Guardian. The series follow each of the siblings and revolve around a central element which pulls all the stories together.

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KHK: Rumor here at Lady Smut headquarters is that you’re an Amazonian military bad-ass yourself…Truth?

KM: Ha. Bet I owe Elizabeth SaFluer for that question. I served in the military, so yes, my kids can say their mother did wear combat boots. And I’m 6′2″. Am I Amazonian? Perhaps, based on height alone. Bad-ass? Meh…not so much.

KHK: What about the men in your sphere? Is it true your husband and guy friends are also impressive, military bad-asses? If so, are they all taken? (Just kidding) (Kinda).

 

KM: LOL! I met and married The Cop, aka my husband, while we were serving together overseas. I’ll let him know someone suggested he was a military bad-ass. Or maybe I won’t. He’d be impossible to live with! Sorry, all my guy friends are all happily married, and yes, most have served in the military or are police officers.

KHK: Dammit! Always too late! So, what about offspring? Your kids must be fearsome…or perhaps fearless? Are they mini-bad-asses in training?

KM: Mini? At 6′7″ and 6′5″ they are anything but mini! The Cop and I demanded they go to college and have a profession outside the military. The oldest just finished medical school and the youngest is entering law school.

KHK: Holy crap, “kids” no more, for sure. Tell us, what were the elements of your military career that inspired you to write hot, alpha special-ops kinds of heroes? What inspires you to write your complex, intelligent heroines?

KM: I’m not sure I can pick one point in time and say, hey, that’s it. My life experiences, as a whole, influence everything I do. But honestly, I started writing because I bought and read a popular series that…well, suffice to say it didn’t really impress me. I thought to myself, you can do better than this! So, I started writing. I try to describe people the way I see them. No matter who you are, you have an internal strength that is unique and beautiful. I have met damaged people who persevere against staggering odds. They are so strong, and yet, if you asked them, they would say they are nothing special. Military heroes or intelligent heroines aside, focusing on the inside strength of the character engages everyone at an elemental level.  If you can express that dynamic, you can write strong heroes and heroines.

KHK: Are there downsides to the military that you soft-peddle or omit entirely in your writing? If so, what and why?

KM: Honestly, the military is a microcosm of society. All the good and bad is still there, it is just structured and put into a pressure cooker. The dangers are real. The fear is real, and it isn’t glamorous. Life in the military is long hours of hard work and dedicated sacrifice. I write adventure, romance, and drama, but I soft-peddle the aspects that would detract from my ability to entertain my audience.

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KHK: What are some of the common mistakes that you see when people write about the military? (I ask while bracing for any potential faux pas in my book, WILD ON THE ROCKS, and its SEAL hero.)

KM: No need to brace! I don’t read looking for mistakes. I actually had to stop and think about this. Really, I can’t single out any one thing other author’s do consistently. I buy a book to enjoy the story. I read it, acknowledge the phrase or scene isn’t the way I would have written it, and press on.  I know the culture because it was my life for so long that I pick up on things that most wouldn’t. There are hundreds of little things that people who haven’t served might not catch. For instance, Battle Dress Uniforms have button up flaps in the trousers—not zippers. The respect and status that an NCO vs an Officer would receive is subtle, yet completely different. Oh, wait, I will say that military terminology used wrong immediately pulls me out of a story.

KHK: Your own guys are in a sort of security forces unit, a private military company (PMC) called Guardian, but not actual U.S. military—or at least, not any longer. Did this give you some lee-way you needed in your books to use the proverbial expression “blow shit up”?

KM: Oh abso-fucking-lutely! I built a world where I could have my characters do incredible “oh shit” things. Things that couldn’t happen in the real world.

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KHK: Your first book starts out with a dark, really nasty interrogation that ends badly. Perhaps even more shocking, the person being tortured is the heroine, not the hero. Were you uncertain about starting your book there?

KM: I never had a second thought, but then again it was my first book, and I didn’t know not to start it that way. I wanted to catch the reader’s attention and hold it. I always try to start a book with action. Readers typically prefer romances to be on the happier side of life. Has that risk paid off? I wouldn’t know how to write the Guardians any other way. There are so many authors writing wonderful romance stories. My perspective is just one of many. Hopefully, readers will enjoy what I bring to the table.

KHK: The foundation of the KINGS OF GUARDIAN series is the King family, a large group of brothers and sisters, each with a particular spec ops specialty. Do you find that familial connection easier or harder to manage as the series continues?

KM: Each sibling and their spouses are completely different so they are easy to keep separate in my mind. The books track each member of the family through a continuum of a central story line. I find it easy to build each character for their book and present them that way. Ever lose track? Oh, hell yeah. You should see my manuscripts! They are littered with parentheses that I go back and fact check before I send it to my beta readers. “[Check eye color] [Check restaurant name] [SEAL or Green Beret?]” I really do need to develop a spreadsheet!

KHK: What would you recommend as the best ways to research such military-related specialties for a writer who does not have your professional background and personal experience?

KM: Books, magazine articles, interviews, and military periodicals all have great content. Honestly, anyone can write a military story. Learn enough to bring your audience into the story and keep the details to a minimum. You won’t earn or keep a reader because you know what caliber bullet is fired from an M-4. (NATO specs are 5.56 while civilian is .223). But seriously, I’ve read plenty of wonderful books that had amazing character-centered stories with an allusion of a military backdrop. With minimum information, the authors place me in their world and put me in the mood to enjoy the book. They don’t try to win me over with technical jargon and as a reader I’m perfectly happy with that.

KHK: Whenever I read or watch a series with a privatized specialty business like a PMC, I always trip over the “How do they pay for this shit?” angle. PMCs these days are huge corporations with investors, contracts, and balance sheets, and The Kings certainly are amply endowed financially, but do you ever find yourself juggling the realities of a larger-than-life endeavor for a private spec ops company, like the financial and practical logistics

KM: Honestly, I don’t pay attention to finances because I hope I’ve established a premise and built a world where these types of events actually can exist. Logistical pathways in each story are important to me. If you, as a reader, can’t picture something happening, then I lose your buy-in to the story. I spend a lot of time researching for two or three facts to make the story flow.

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KHK: I thought it was a gutsy move as a writer to strand three of your Kings in the badlands of Afghanistan for months, separating the hero and heroine for an extended period of time on the page. Was this plot maneuver based on actual experience, a real-life equivalent you used as its basis?

KM: Good Lord no, all my stories are based on complete fiction. I may see something on the news or read an article and pull out a sentence or a theme, and that idea starts the ball rolling.  I put on my “What Then” hat and play games with my characters. If I do this…what then? OK, I have them over there and I have a firefight…what then? I need to develop strength of family between the brothers, and I do…what then? My life is way too boring to use as a basis for any story.

KHK:  Your heroes and heroines tend to hook up quick and get onto the business of saving the world in one way or another. What do you think is your books romance to action ratio? Which do you find easier to express on the page—the emotion of the romance or the intensity of the action and threats?

KM: Wow. Ratio? As in math? Hell, I have no idea. I put sex in when the characters and the story need the love and compassion, and it where it furthers the story line. I love writing romance based in mystery, intrigue, and suspense. I like to drive the reader to the corner, signal like I’m going to take them on an slow gentle right-hand turn, and then give them whiplash with a sharp left.

KHK: What’s next in the pipeline for you and the KINGS OF GUARDIAN?

KM: Well, I’ve written JACOB, JOSEPHADAM, and JASON (newly released in May 2016). Next in line is Jared, then Jasmine. Left in the series are Chief, Jade, Dixon and Drake, Justin, Jewell and Gabriel, but I have no idea what the order will be. Whatever character yells the loudest to be written goes next!

KHK: Any final thoughts to share with Lady Smut?

KM: I would like to thank you for allowing me to participate in your blog. I’m an avid reader and love what you ladies have built here.

KHK: Well we loved having you visit! Thanks for spending time with us here at Lady Smut!

You can find out more about Kris Michaels’ KINGS OF GUARDIAN series on her web site www.krismichaels.com.

Be sure not to miss Alexa Day’s hot new novella, Passing Through, or any of the twenty-two sexy stories in Hero to Obey

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The summer’s brought two surprises to bar owner Gigi Deane: the former Army Ranger she hired is the perfect barback, and he takes orders in bed as well as he does on the job. Noah Malone’s told her that he’s just passing through, but as the seasons change, can she convince him to make their summer thing a little more permanent.
Get a quick taste of all that goodness in this excerpt that Alexa posted for our Sexy Saturday Roundup.
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Writer, singer editor, traveler, tequila drinker, and cat herder, Kiersten Hallie Krum avoids pen names since keeping her multiple personalities straight is hard enough work. She writes smart, sharp, and sexy romantic suspense. Her debut romantic suspense novel Wild on the Rocks is now available. Visit her website at www.kierstenkrum.com and find her regularly over sharing on various social media via @kierstenkrum.

 

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