In most heterosexual BDSM erotic romance, the heroine plays
the submissive role. Indeed, I've written many stories myself that follow this
formula. I can definitely appreciate the appeal of surrendering to an
attractive, powerful man who will then use me for his own pleasure and,
paradoxically, my own.
I've also written a few m/F femdom tales, most recently my
short “Layover” which appeared in the erotic anthology Under Her Thumb,
edited by D.L. King. Although the woman-on-top dynamic isn't as popular as M/f
BDSM, at least not with romance readers, there's definitely something to be
said for having a str
ong, virile male dedicated exclusively to satisfying your
sexual whims.
In only one of my books (
Mastering Maya) will you
find a “switch” - a character who is sometimes dominant and sometimes
submissive. Until now, that is.
Mei Lee “Emily” Wong, the heroine of my new erotic romance
The
Ingredients of Bliss, didn't realize she had any interest in
dominance and submission until her lover Harry Sanborne initiated her into the
delights of being a sub, in the prequel
Her Secret
Ingredient. She took to bottoming like the proverbial duck to water.
She's a “natural sub”, according to Harry.
Then, as this new novel opens, Emily's boss, Etienne
Duvalier, begs to serve her sexually. What's a modern woman to do?
Master Harry “orders” Emily to top Etienne, to see how far
she can push his limits as a bottom. Obviously Emily's not about to disobey her
Dom's instructions. However, she finds that the role of mistress comes far more
easily to her than she would have expected. She's feels guilty about how much
she enjoys taking control of the normally arrogant chef.
So is Emily a top? A bottom? A switch? The poor woman is
desperately confused. Harry, on the other hand, just wants to stir up a bit of
mischief – and expand his beloved's horizons.
Blurb
One sexy French chef. One kinky American TV producer. One
ambitious Chinese gal who thinks she wants them both. The ingredients of bliss?
Or a recipe for disaster?
Accomplished cook Mei Lee “Emily” Wong knows exactly what
she wants—her own show on the Tastes of France food channel. But life is full
of complications. First, her deceptively nerdy producer, Harry Sanborne,
initiates Emily into the delights of submission. Then her boss, legendary chef
Etienne Duvalier, begs her to dominate him. Emily just can’t resist—especially
when Harry orders her to explore her inner mistress. Suave and sexy Etienne
will do whatever she asks—in the bedroom if not in the kitchen. And Harry, her
lovingly diabolical Dom, adores pushing Emily’s limits.
When the network sends the trio to France to shoot a series
of cooking shows on location, Emily knows her career is on the upswing. Her
plans fall apart in Marseille as a Hong Kong drug syndicate kidnaps both
Etienne and Harry. The Iron Hammer Triad mistakes Etienne for notorious
gangster Jean Le Requin, who has stolen their drug shipment, worth millions.
Emily realizes she must find the real Le Requin, retrieve the purloined dope,
and bargain it for Harry’s and Etienne’s lives. The secret she’s been keeping
from Harry might prove useful. Still, what chance does one woman whose knife
skills are limited to chopping vegetables, have against the ruthless cruelty of
two criminal organizations?
R-rated Excerpt
“Damn you both! I’m not some piece of meat to be carved up
between you!” All at once I wanted to get out of this too crowded bed. I wanted
to throw on my clothes and storm out of the room in righteous indignation. To
do so, though, I would have to clamber over Etienne’s magnificent body. It
would be difficult to avoid touching his resurgent erection.
“Calm down, Emily.” Harry’s hand clamped around my wrist and
I knew I wasn’t going anywhere. “We did confer about tonight, I admit. We
agreed that sharing you was the best approach to a situation that was bound to
become awkward very soon.”
“Awkward? Things were going very smoothly. You dominated me.
I dominated Etienne. Everyone was happy.”
“You
weren’t happy, love. Admit it. You felt guilty and confused. When you were with
Etienne, you felt as though you were betraying me. Meanwhile Etienne’s devotion
had you worried about his reaction when he learned you belonged to me.”
He was right, of course. I remembered my tête à tête
with Etienne at the café that afternoon. I’d been terribly concerned about his
reaction to the news about Harry. Meanwhile when Harry had made me recount my
exploits with Etienne, I’d always tried to conceal my excitement, to play down
the thrill I got acting the role of his mistress.
“You’ve got nothing to hide now.” With his lanky frame,
mussed hair and crooked grin, Harry almost looked like a teenager. A very horny
teen, considering the substantial erection bobbing hopefully at his groin. He
flipped back onto his side and fixed me with a slightly fuzzy gaze. He was
irresistibly cute without his glasses. “Everything’s out in the open.”
“But it’s all so—complicated!” As usual, my objections began
to melt in the warmth of his smile.
He danced his fingers up my outstretched thigh and my pussy
clenched in anticipation.
“On the contrary, I think this considerably simplifies the
situation—Ms Wong.” Etienne’s voice was deferential, but I read a mirror of
Harry’s mischief in his expression. “I serve you. You serve Harry. Each of us
gets what he or she wants.”
“There’s no more need for secrets, love. Or for
surreptitiously administered enhancements to the libido, either…” Harry slipped
a fingertip between my moist lips and grazed a fingernail across my clit.
My annoyance paled next to the flare of pleasure kindled by
his touch. Before I could clamp down to hold his hand in my crotch, however,
he’d snatched it away.
“Oh no!” I groaned, fighting arousal and disappointment.
“You told him…?”
“I had my suspicions in any case. It doesn’t matter. Your
methods might have been dubious, but I’m grateful for the results.” Etienne
glanced down at the livid marks from my beating, a set of parallel strips
leading up his lean thighs toward his rearing cock. “I might never have had the
courage to act on my desires if not for your—um—intervention.” His voice held
quiet pride.
“You don’t have to be ashamed or embarrassed,” Harry added.
“All we want—both of us—is to satisfy you. To please you and make you happy.
Can’t you just accept that?”
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About the Author
I started both writing and cooking at an early age, and I've
continued to indulge both passions as I've matured. Usually I'm an
improvisational cook; I'm not all that fond of following recipes, and when I
do, I almost always introduce my own variations. My philosophy tends to be the
more spice, the better.
You could say the same about my writing. Since the release
of my debut novel Raw Silk in 1999, I've published lots of
erotica and erotic romance in almost every sub-genre– more than fifty single
author titles, plus dozens of short stories in various erotic anthologies,
including the Lambda winner Where the Girls Are and the IPPIE Best
Erotic Book of 2011, Carnal Machines. My gay scifi erotic romance Quarantine
won a Rainbow Awards 2012 Honorable Mention.
I have more degrees than anyone would ever need, from
prestigious educational institutions who would no doubt be deeply embarrassed
by my chosen genre. Widely traveled but still with a long bucket list of places
to go, I currently live in Southeast Asia with my indulgent husband and two
exceptional felines, where I pursue an alternative career that is completely
unrelated to my creative writing.
