Which writers inspire you?
I am inspired by so many writers, for a variety of reasons (voice, story, longevity of career).
Scott O’Dell was the first author to spark my writing fire (at age 7). Authors such as Stephen King, John Grisham, Nicholas Sparks, and the late Kathleen Woodiwiss dominated my shelves as a young adult. I remain inspired by the careers and talent of these writers and often re-read their novels. Other writers who inspire me today are JR Ward, Cara McKenna, Brad Thor, and James Patterson.
What genre are your books?
I currently write in three different sub-genres of romance. Romantic suspense, (contemporary) sports romance, and (contemporary) western romance.
What draws you to this genre?
I write what I love to read. I love the heart-thumping intricate weave of a good suspense plot. I love the drive, dedication, and stamina of the athletes in sports romance. And I love the hard-working, hard-loving cowboys of western romance. No matter the genre, I love a good alpha male who’s found his match. (Something you’ll find in all of my books).
Which actor/actress would you like to see playing the lead character from your most recent book?
Mmm … great question! Chris Evans would be great as Tyler Brady. He’s got the build, the smile, and definitely displays the kind of charisma Tyler has in spades.
Give us an insight into your main character. What makes him/her so special?
Tyler isn’t the kind of guy to run from what he feels. He might downplay it for a while, but he’s true to himself. He knows what he wants, and he’s not afraid to own it, to take a chance. What I love most about Tyler is his ability to overcome adversity (a tyrannical father, his injury), while maintaining the capacity to love with his whole heart.
How much research do you do?
Research really depends on the subject matter for the novel. My latest novel didn’t require a lot of research, since I have extensive knowledge about sports therapy, as well as the game of baseball. On the flip side, I can spend weeks researching when I write a romantic suspense novel. I want the details to be as authentic as possible, so I’ll spend whatever research time is necessary to get them right.
Do you have a special time to write or how is your day structured?
I’m not structured at all. It really depends on the day of the week, and what is happening in my house on any given day. On an average day, I’ll start writing around 10:00am. I’ll break around 1:00pm. I start again around 4:00pm and write until I hit my daily word count goal.
Do you work to an outline or plot or do you prefer just see where an idea takes you?
I don’t formally outline or plot. When I start a book, I know who my characters are (I do detailed character profiles), what conflicts they will face, and how the book will end. Romantic suspense takes a little more thought and planning than the other genres I write due to the complexity of the stories (lots of twists and turns). But for the most part, the story takes shape while I’m writing.
When did you decide to become a writer?
I was seven the first time I remember telling my dad I was going to be a writer. Writing is something I’ve always done, but didn’t pursue it as a serious career until I turned forty. I just celebrated my third publishing anniversary.
What advice would you give to aspiring writers?
Keep writing. It’s easy to get discouraged in this business, but keep writing. Every day. Don’t give up. You can do it.
Study your craft (practice makes perfect). Read craft books. Take classes. Attend workshops. You can establish your voice and style as you go, but never stop working toward becoming the best writer you can be.
Don’t be a diva – listen to and learn from those who know more than you (industry professionals, professional editors, authors who have been there, etc.). So often I see aspiring writers dismiss critiques for reasons solely based on ego and vanity (and not on what’s best for the story). It’s hard to take criticism (believe me, I know), but the best writers will learn from feedback. You might not always agree, but you should seriously consider any feedback you might get. And then be grateful to the person who took the time to help you.
Chateau Seductions Book 0.5
by Lisa Carlisle
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Part 0.5 of Chateau
Antoine Chevalier harbors a secret. Born a gargoyle
shifter, he wants nothing more than to cultivate his art. His hard work pays off the
night he completes his greatest sculpture. But the excitement of his accomplishment
He’s drawn the eye of the wrong group—a
clan of vampires. Antoine wakes into darkness, changed. Shattered. His dream
of becoming a renowned sculptor is destroyed.
One question remains—how will he ever survive an
eternity of darkness alone?
Darkness Rising is part 0.5 of the Chateau Seductions
series by USA Today Bestselling author Lisa Carlisle. Readers have requested more
on the dark and mysterious Antoine. In this short story, Antoine tells his tale, which
continues in the series with Dark Velvet. Dark Velvet is written from Savannah’s
perspective as a newcomer to an art colony who is intrigued by the
Carlisle is a USA Today Bestselling author of romance and suspense. She loves
stories with dark, brooding heroes and independent, caring heroines. Lisa feels very
honored to be a multi-published author since she’s wanted to write since the sixth
grade. Her travels have provided her with inspiration for various settings in her
novels. She backpacked alone through Europe, and lived in Paris before returning to
the U.S. Now she lives in New England with her husband, two children, a cat, and
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THE TRAINING HOUSE: GIRL
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In those breathless moments between pleasure and pain lie the most poignant truths…
I have signed myself over to The Training House: my devotion, my obedience, my body. It is what I have always yearned for—to lose myself in powerlessness. To be made to. But this place is more than anyone could possibly prepare for, especially the Master of the House. He is too stunning, too commanding, bringing out a yearning for submission in ways I have never imagined, and I am lost in nearly unbearable desire. He uses my body until he brings me to tears, then tenderly wipes them away, enslaving me to him instantly, body and soul. I cannot imagine existing without him, without his wicked touch, his strict and sensual command…
Until I meet another slave, and he changes the game of kink for me forever. How can I decide what my heart wants most, without risking losing it all?
WARNING:: These books contains material that may be difficult to read about and/or cause triggers for some readers, including consensual non-consent and other scenes that could be disturbing. Do NOT try this at home!
The sun hasn’t been up for more than a couple of hours when the door to my room opens, and I have a brief, joyous glimpse of him. He’s dressed in dark slacks, a crisp white shirt, the sleeves rolled again to reveal his tattoo work. His dark hair is a little wavy, a little too long, like some hero in a Jane Austin novel. Too perfect.
I begin to sit up but he pushes me back with his rough boot on my chest, and the air goes out of me as my body floods with lust. Those boots! And him. I bite back a moan, trying to resist the urge to press my thighs together to ease the wet, aching want there. He gives a wave and one of the Girls—I still don’t know which one—and an elegant older man with close-cropped gray hair I know from my arrival to be Robert the valet, kneel on either side of me. While the Master holds me down with his booted foot, they slip a leather blindfold over my eyes and fear is like a siren shrieking in my mind—I hate to be blindfolded. My heart races, making me want to scream. But they seem to have thought of everything. Someone holds my cheeks firmly, then a ball gag is shoved into my mouth and strapped at the back of my head.
The boot is removed from my chest and I’m flipped over onto my stomach, my arms pulled behind my back. I can smell the leather of the cuffs before they’re buckled firmly around my wrists. And my head is emptying out in a way my silly little meditations could never accomplish, as I’m lifted then thrown over the Master’s shoulders. Oh yes, it is definitely him, and it’s pure heaven to feel the muscles working in his shoulder, my breasts resting against the solid wall of his broad back. My nipples are so hard they hurt. I’m so wet I worry about mussing his lovely shirt, but there’s nothing I can do about it.
Nothing you can do.
And so, when I begin to drool a little around the gag I give myself over to it. No tears as there usually are when I’m gagged or blindfolded. Because I can do absolutely nothing. And because it’s for him.
He carries me down a flight of stairs, his boot heels echoing on the wooden risers, then we turn to the right. It’s only a few moments before he makes another turn and I am dumped facedown onto a smooth wooden table, or a counter, maybe. I inhale the scents of coffee and food cooking. The kitchen?
Then his voice—his beautifully modulated voice, so devoid of any accent he must be from California. “Cook. Prepare this one for me.”
“Yes, Sir.” A deep female voice, and I imagine a tall, handsome women, with large hands. I also imagine her tenderizing my flesh with one of those mallets used for steak. The reality is not far off the mark.
I hear her moving about the room and what sounds like utensils being shuffled, and almost right away she smacks my ass with something that feels like a very large, flat wooden spoon. When I squirm she places a firm and surprisingly small, strong hand on the back of my neck and smacks me harder and harder, my tender ass stinging, burning as blood rises to the surface of my skin. She pauses for half a breath, allowing me to swallow a gulp of air before she starts in again with something much heavier this time. And oh God, it hurts as she lands one solid blow after another, hammering deep into the muscles so that sensation goes from sting to a deep bruising thud, yet it still stings somehow. She works the heavy, wooden implement—a rolling pin?—down over the backs of my thighs, silent until she utters a simple, stern order.
“Spread your thighs. Wider.”
I do as she asks—of course I do—and she pinches my pussy lips so hard a tear seeps from the corner of my eye and drool pools in my mouth behind the gag. She holds onto that delicate flesh with one hand while she spanks me with the other, her palm on my flesh almost sweet in comparison to the hard wooden tool she’d used before. Pain builds, and what begins as something I welcome quickly turns into more than I can process—there is such a rapid build with no warm-up at all. Harder and impossibly harder until I am crying out around the gag, the noise a raw contraction of the muscles in my throat, drool spilling onto my chin.
I am helpless.
Thinking the words soothes me as much as it frightens me. It has always been like this.
Suddenly the spanking stops, although her hard, hurting fingers are still twisting my poor tortured labia. My breath comes in short, gasping pants as I try not to choke on my own salty tears.
I sense her moving nearer, then her breath is hot against my cheek. She says in a low tone, “You’d better learn to take it more quietly, Girl. The Master won’t like all this fussing. Didn’t your previous owner teach you any better? Or are you too hard-headed to learn?”
My heart drops into my stomach. I try so hard to be good. To please. To aim for perfection. But this place is too new and I haven’t been told all the rules.
And suddenly it comes to me that maybe they want me to fail. I’m hoping it’s only to have more reason to punish me and not because they simply don’t want me. That he doesn’t want me. I need so much to belong…somewhere. And if not here, where?
© Eden Bradley 2015
The Training House
Contract and Agreement for Servitude
Terms of Agreement
I, ______________________, being of sound mind and body, do hereby agree and pledge myself in entirety as personal slave and property to The Training House as the Master of the House sees fit to use for a period of one year, to commence on _________ and to end on _________. I do this without reservations or stipulations, and without recourse or right of revocation. I have been informed and understand that I will not be harmed or have any permanent damage done to my body or mental well-being, nor shall any of my personal property be subject to ownership or use by The Training House, its Master, or any associates. I pledge under the terms of this contract my body, my obedience and my deep desire to serve.
I understand and agree to all terms within this contract. Terms are as follows:
1) I will remain naked while within The Training House or other outside facilities the Master of the House may visit or send me to.
2) I may be sent to outside locations and/or lent to other Masters, Mistresses or Trainers at the Master’s discretion. I pledge the same obedience to them as I do to The Training House under the terms of this contract.
3) I will be collared, cuffed, shackled or bound by any variety of means as the Master of the House or his associates see fit. Restraints will always be used in a safe manner.
4) I may be subject to piercings of the nipples and/or genitalia, to be performed only by a licensed piercer, including the Master himself.
5) I will be subject to branding with the house crest only if it is agreed upon by both parties at the term of this contract or any future existing contract that I remain in permanent service to The Training House.
6) I will be subject to sadomasochistic activities at the discretion of the Master and his associates, including various types of impact, impalement and use of any orifice for pain or pleasure, electrical stimulation, canes, whips, and implements which may scratch and/or open the skin. Any bleeding, open wounds or heavy bruising will receive appropriate medical attention by the House nurse or attending EMT.
7) I will be subject to humiliation, degradation, loss of personal identity.
8) I will have no rights as an individual, or freedom to make decisions.
9) I will remain silent unless commanded to speak.
10) I will accept without question or resistance any and all punishments or discipline the Master of the House or his associates deems necessary or desirable.
11) I am charged to learn all the ways in which I may please the Master of the House and his associates.
12) I will have no control over my orgasms, which will be given or denied at the whim of the Master of the House or his associates. I agree to never pleasure myself, saving my pleasure for the Master’s use.
I hereby certify that I am in excellent health, and had my last medical exam on ______. Paperwork to verify the state of my health will be supplied upon signing this contract. I furthermore agree that I may be subject to medical examination and treatment for my safety and for the safety of those I come into contact with, or purely for the Master’s pleasure. I also have supplied information regarding possible personal triggers any of the above activities might prompt. The Master agrees to ensure my body is kept in good health by means of diet, rest and exercise.
If at any time before the end of the contracted period the Master of The Training House is not pleased with my performance, obedience, ability to give pleasure or to endure his preferred treatment of me, he may decide to revoke this agreement, at which time I am released from the terms of this contract.
I affix my signature willingly and without any duress or under any threat of harm.
Slave’s legal name Slave’s signature
Master’s legal name Master’s signature
Witness Witness signature
Keep Me Book 3
Shelter Me Series
Release Date: August 11
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Four months ago Shelby Morris left Michigan with bitter words to Antonio Schavone. Words that cut him deep. Made him re-think every aspect of his life.
Even when she left he didn’t give up. He’s changed, and he wants her.
And now she’s coming back!
She has her reasons for why she said what she did. A secret she has carried with her since she was a teenager. The reason why she has never let herself get
close to a man. The reason why she lives only for her job. The reason why she doesn’t feel like a complete woman. Her sister Erin doesn’t even know why she
has never had a relationship.
Will he be able to break through her strong willed ways? Make her realize he doesn’t care what her secret is and show her she is definitely the one he
wants. Or will Shelby and her feisty mouth, wicked tongue and stubborn ways be just a little bit too much for Antonio to handle?
These two are going to heat things up in this final installment of The Shelter Me series.
Everyone knows that the Schavone men get exactly what they want!
“You have no idea whatsoever the places I want to touch or the things I want to do to you, Shelby. Every part of you turns me the fuck on.”
I gyrate my hips into her backside so she can feel just how turned on I am.
“I- I want you to touch me.”
My eyes go wide and my ears perk up. Oh, fuck. Please tell me I heard her right.
“Where do you want me to touch you?”
She hesitates a moment before answering.
“Anywhere you want.”
Her breathing picks up and fuck, her ass pushes back into me as if to give me the green light to go ahead.
“Spread your legs,” I command.
Feeling her pulse quicken, I continue having my way with her by sucking and kissing her neck. I love the way her body is so responsive to mine. When she
spreads her legs, my hands shift from her waist, grazing over the top button of her jeans. I’m silently pleading like hell she doesn’t stop me. I need her
to know what she does to me, and the pleasure I desperately need to give her.
“Tell me I can touch you. I need to hear you say it.”
“God, yes. Touch me,” she pants, not one ounce of nervousness streaming from her raspy voice.
That’s all I needed to hear. I undo the button and gradually lower her zipper. My fingers glide over her lace panties while I press further into her ass.
“Have you ever been touched here, Shelby?”
Please, for the love of God, say no.
“No,” she says, barely audible, but it’s loud enough for me to hear.
I’m sure this is the first time in my life the word ‘no’ means more to me than any other.
Amazon Bestselling Author Kathy is a Michigan native where she lives with her husband Tony. They have two son’s Aaron and Shane.
She is a sports nut. Her favorite sports include NASCAR, Baseball and Football.
By day she is a hairstylist and loves her job.
She has always been an avid reader and at the young age of 50 decided she wanted to write. She claims she can do several things at once and still stay on
task. Her favorite quote is “I got this.”
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Everything I Have by Natalie Barnes
Everything I Want Seires
Release Date: July 28
I fucked up.
This wasn’t supposed to happen, not now, not ever! I think? Shit. I don’t
know what to think anymore.
These last two years have turned my life upside down. Right when I finally
think I have everything going exactly
how I want it, something always fucking
happens. But this something is not so
easily forgotten. Part of me wishes it
could be, but the other…wants this
more than anything. I have never been
so scared in my entire life as I am
I feel so alone.
He won’t want this. He won’t want me.
But what if?
What fucking if? He does…
Tristan, I’d give this part of me for
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Everything I Want ( Book 1)
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Everything I Need (Everything I Want 2)
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Natalie Barnes is the Amazon Bestselling author of Everything I Want and Everything I Need.
Her passion is she loves to read and write erotic/romance literature.
Natalie is inspired to write by listening to music, which she believes is an influential part of the creative process in her writing.
Natalie grew up on Bay Mills Indian Reservation in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.
She still resides in Michigan and is married with three beautiful children.
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Model: Natalie Barnes