Hello to my Bitches be Writin’ friends! Love the tagline of “Does your mother know what you’re writing?” Well, my mom does! And that question alone inspired my blog post! So thank you, thank you, thank you. 🙂 (And honestly, it’s my dad that I worry about, way more than mom!) At any rate, thanks for having me. Love your site, as well as your approach. You’re my heroines!
Does Your Mother Know What You Write?
Love, love, love it!
I was so inspired by the Bitches Be Writin’ tagline that I had to sit down and pen my own response.
Does your mother know what you write? Well, yes. She knows I write erotic romance. And, oh, my God, she read it. That, I can promise you, was not supposed to happen!
About a hundred years ago, I wrote for Harlequin/Silhouette, and I published seven titles as part of the spicy Desire line. Back then, we were required to use euphemisms for body parts.
My heroines had a “sheath,” instead of a pussy. I don’t think she was even lucky enough to have a vagina, but I’m sure she was grateful to be warm and damp at the apex of her thighs. She certainly didn’t have a vulva or clit. Rather, she had delicate folds and that tiny bundle of nerves.
The unfortunate hero was similarly afflicted. Poor chap didn’t get to have a dick. No way would he have been allowed to have a cock. In fact, he had a shaft. And, hangs head, I’m sure I used the term “throbbing manhood.” More than once.
And yes, these were considered “spicy” reads, and their bright red covers let everyone know they were a bit racy. But because they were tame, to my mind, I was okay with letting my mother read them.
Then came my first BDSM romance. And cocks and pussies and clits and even asses, though I will still happily take a nicely rounded derriere!
Which meant, I wasn’t sure what to do about mom. Back then, she didn’t have a Kindle, so it wasn’t a big deal.
My sister started buying my books to support my sales. Eventually, curiosity won out. I told her she could read them, but she couldn’t show Mom!
You know what happens when things are secret. Just like a kid, Mom wanted to read the book. The more we hid it, the more she wanted to read it.
Eventually, she sneaked into my sister’s bedroom and stole it from the nightstand. Yeah. She did that.
My sister didn’t notice right away, but when she did, she called me to confess. “I think Mom has your book.”
“Shut the front door!”
“No, really. She has it.”
“Okay. Okay. It’s nothing to panic about.” I reached for a paper bag to breathe into to prevent me from hyperventilating. “She won’t read it.”
But she did. After a glass of wine, she admitted it.
“And?” I asked, holding my breath.
“Huh. Do you think you were the first one to think up these things?”
“Nothing I haven’t tried.”
“Mom! It’s BDSM.”
My sister and I both reached for the paper bag. Oh, Mom. Now that was more than we needed to know!
So here’s a snippet that might scandalize your mother…but it won’t bother mine. In fact, I’m prepared for the fact she might offer suggestions! Won’t that make family gatherings interesting?
Naked, except for shoes, Mackenzie stood against the patio’s railing, arms outstretched, waiting.
She wished she could read his expression as he walked toward her. In spite of his crazy ideas, she did like seeing him, being with him, playing with him. She’d had no idea how much she would enjoy having someone in her life who fulfilled her desire for kink.
All through dinner, she’d been aware of the plug. When she moved, it would shift. And the nipple jewelry had been exquisite. The salesgirl had been right about the pressure. It was just enough without crossing over into being too much.
But most of all, she had liked that she and Kennedy shared a secret.
As her Dominant, he’d started dinner with a spanking that had turned her on.
The entire meal, even when they’d talked about his building, her business and family, she’d been turned on. From the looks he’d given her, he’d known it and had been pleased.
If he would stop mentioning a relationship, he might be the perfect man for her.
His shoes made hardly a sound as he advanced toward her. Even in the dimness, the purple was still visible. What a contrast he was. So cool, calm, restrained. Except with the shoes.
There was enough ambient light for them to see each other and surround them in intimacy.
“You look even sexier than I had dared hope, Zee.”
What she couldn’t read in his eyes, she heard in the roughness of his tone.
He skimmed his fingers up her belly, across her ribcage, leaving a trail of goose bumps. “How do the clamps feel?”
“The metal is radiating the cold,” she admitted. “And my nipples have never been harder.”
He thumbed the chain, making her drop her head back. Then he pinched the already tormented tips. “I will always remember this picture of you,” he said. “Backlit by the city lights.”
“Use your belt on me?” she asked him.
He took hold of her chin, captured her mouth, kissed her deeply. “I will not have you catching a cold.”
“I want this memory. You want it. And neither of us wants to wait another six months for the weather to warm up.”
“Then we’re going straight inside afterward and you’re taking a warm shower.”
“Anything you say, Master Aldrich.”
He wrapped her in his arms, rubbing her, chasing away the rest of the chill. Then he picked up her dress and wrapped it lengthwise around the top rail before telling her to turn around.
Though it was still ridiculously cold, when he pressed his body against hers, she felt the hardness of his cock. That her action caused his reaction made the bite of Boston’s night air worthwhile.
“How many, Zee?”
Since she’d taken a spanking earlier, and the leather would bite worse in this cold, she guessed, “Six, Sir?”
“Six it is.”
Kennedy crouched behind her to rub her body, and she noticed he concentrated on her upper thighs and buttocks.
He placed the first hit right below her buttocks, raising her onto her toes. The tip of the belt wrapped around and flicked against her skin. She groaned.
He worked his way up with the second. The hits were methodical, perfectly placed.
The third made her moan. On the fourth, she lost her grip and stumbled the few inches forward onto the railing. She was grateful he’d thought to wrap it so it wasn’t cold against her ribs.
Wordlessly, he helped her back into position. She spread her legs and turned in her toes.
“How many more, Zee?”
This beating was unlike any other.
She knew he wasn’t hitting with the strength he usually did, but the fact that he was beating her while she was naked on a rooftop in the middle of the city was more erotic than she could have believed possible.
Her pussy was damp, and it would take him only seconds to bring her off.
Blurb for Claim:
This is book two in the Bonds series, see the full series listing here
It had to be her. He won’t be satisfied until he claims her.
Kennedy Aldrich has perfected the art of dodging any romantic entanglement that will lead to marriage. That is until he sees Mackenzie Farrell at a BDSM gathering.
When they meet, he’s entranced by her intelligence and submission, not to mention her stunning good looks. For the first time, he has met a woman who captivates his interest on every level, someone he wants to share his life with.
Mackenzie is overwhelmed by Kennedy’s attentions. A failed marriage taught her to distrust men, and she’s vowed never to walk down the aisle again.
It takes all her resolve to resist the devilishly handsome Dominant. After all, the whole world knows of his legendary reputation with women. Every feminine instinct warns that this man will demand more than she can offer.
But she hasn’t counted on Kennedy’s determination to claim her and prove that love is worth any risk.
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of anal play.
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About Sierra Cartwright:
INTERNATIONAL BEST SELLING AUTHOR
Sierra Cartwright was born in Manchester, England and raised in Colorado. Moving to the United States was nothing like her young imagination had concocted. She expected to see cowboys everywhere, and a covered wagon or two would have been really nice!
Now she writes novels as untamed as the Rockies, while spending a fair amount of time in Texas…where, it turns out, the Texas Rangers law officers don’t ride horses to roundup the bad guys, or have six-shooters strapped to their sexy thighs as she expected. And she’s yet to see a poster that says Wanted: Dead or Alive. (Can you tell she has a vivid imagination?)
Sierra wrote her first book at age nine, a fanfic episode of Star Trek when she was fifteen, and she completed her first romance novel at nineteen. She actually kissed William Shatner (Captain Kirk) on the cheek once, and she says that’s her biggest claim to fame. Her adventure through the turmoil of trust has taught her that love is the greatest gift. Like her image of the Old West, her writing is untamed, and nothing is off-limits.
She invites you to take a walk on the wild side…but only if you dare.
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