Welcome to the very last Kinky Bitches post for 2014 :)
Last out of the Dungeon is Fiona Archer - Aussie author of the King's Bluff series. In this post you'll find the Kinky Lowdown, EXCLUSIVE excerpt just for me and a Rafflecopter giveaway.
Go and enjoy the last of the ropes, paddles and cuffs for this year, and I hope to see you again in the Dungeon soon xoxox ~The Queen B~
You can take 5 items/people to a fully catered desert island
– what/who would you take? J
My Kindle
My laptop for writing
My Malin Goetz lip balm
Cherise Sinclair - so
we laugh, plot stories, avoid sunburn and have our usual 1.25 glasses of
alcohol (we’re cheap drunks)
A month’s supply of DARE Double Espresso Iced Coffee
You say the island is fully catered? So it should have
cabana boys, fitness trainers? I’ll make do with them for male company. ;)
What’s the weirdest thing a fan (or stalker!) has ever asked
you?
It was at RT 2011 in LA. Someone asked me if we had oranges,
and also mobile phones in Australia. Seriously, the most bizarre question I’ve
ever been asked about Australia.
Most inappropriate thing you’ve done in public? If it was
illegal, did you get caught? J
Let’s just say an old boyfriend and frolicked on the beach.
I’ll leave the rest up to your imagination. ;-)
How did you start your writing career?
Sometime after my fortieth birthday I realized I’d lived my
life according to what everyone else thought was a worthwhile plan. But I
needed to live my dream. I wanted to write sexy romance. I had nothing to lose.
The alternative was a lifetime filled with regret if I didn’t at least give it
a shot. So here I am.
If you write under an alias/Nome de plume, how do you deal
with being addressed by that name?
I made sure my first name was the same as my real name.
Total avoids any confusion.
Do you have any rituals/habits when you write?
I always try to write in the morning. It’s when my mind is
less polluted from the day’s events and distractions. Depending on how early I
get out of bed, I write before delving into social media. That’s a huge
distraction. *sigh*
Where are your books available?
Buy links for Chloe’s Double Draw
Buy link for High-Stakes Loving
Stalker Links
I’m a social cat, so please stalk me on my:
EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT
of King’s Bluff 3 (WIP of Alex, Olivia and
Kane’s story) for Picky Bitches
“All of this equipment has been custom-designed to mine,
Kane or Eli’s specifications.” Alex ran a hand over something that resembled a
pommel horse, its top and tired sides cushioned in black leather. “This is one
of my favorites.” His gray eyes seemed to darken to a more wintery hue. “A
spanking bench made for a mouthy sub or one whose backside turns just the right
shade of red from their Master’s touch.”
Tied down. Helpless. Subject to both pleasure and pain. Her
clit throbbed in a sharp thrill of awareness. She risked a quick glance at
Alex, he met her with unflinching stares. She sucked in a tiny breath, looked
away.
“So, lounges, a bar, and,” she licked her lips, “the
customized equipment. All good.”
“Isn’t it just.” Alex’s lips quirked a fraction.
“We’re pleased you like it, Olivia.” Kane’s amused gaze met
hers as he gestured toward the stairs to the left. “We have private rooms
upstairs but for now you need to see this.” He took her hand, leading her
towards a door next to the raised platform at the end of the room. As they drew
closer, a whapping sound grew louder.
He stopped just before the entrance. His voice again turned
whisper soft. “Remember, quiet. Mikal told me Eli is testing out a new
flogger.”
On what?
Once Kane stepped out of her way, she had her answer. On a
short female with honey-blonde hair caught up in a ponytail.
The woman’s arms were extended above her head with her
leather cuffs attached to chains that fell from a beam in the ceiling.
Pink streaks decorated her pale skin shown off to perfection
by bright light shining down on her. Her head rolled as she leaned back, as if
inviting the touch of the flogger.
A tall man wearing leather pants and biker boots, stood
behind her, his muscled back and shoulders covered in a light sheen of sweat.
With graceful arcs, his arm guided the falls to crisscross her back. His shaggy
hair, rich and dark like Olivia's favorite chocolate, swung with the movement
of his body. His powerful form spoke of dominance and hinted at the control
used to leave only pink marks and nothing harder.
The sub’s moans lured Olivia closer. One step. Then another.
Her cries so different from those of the other woman earlier. These were of
pure pleasure, more a sigh than anything else. The sub lifted her chin, eyes
closed, her mouth open, silently communicating her joy.
Breathtaking.
The man, Eli she presumed, lowered his flogger, then moved
to stand beside the woman. She seemed so tiny against his bigger form. He
gripped the back of her neck, speaking to her in muted tones before kissing
her. Her body swayed under the intensity of his caress. When he lifted his head
and smiled, the fierceness that had consumed his face disappeared. From the
stool nearby, he picked up a soft-looking cloth, rubbing her body in long,
languid strokes, all the while murmuring to her in a deep voice. So gentle.
Almost…cherishing her.
Finally, he dropped the cloth back on the stool. This must
be after care, she’d dreamed about a Dom picking her up and—
Crack!
The Dom’s sharp slap to the sub’s backside sent her reeling
forward, only the chains kept her upright.
Olivia stared, open-mouthed at the pink spot on the woman’s
butt cheek.
Eli gripped the sub’s ponytail, twisting it in his fist as
he pushed his other hand between her legs, stroking her pussy. Her soft gasps
became louder, more guttural, her breathing faster. Olivia stared, transfixed
as the honey blonde spoke, no, pleaded, softly to the Dom. He replied a few
seconds before her soft wail filled the room. Shudders wracked her body. Her
face, now turned up to the light, seemed caught in a moment of ecstasy.
Olivia didn’t move, didn’t breathe. She wanted to be that
woman. She wanted to be chained, naked, at the mercy of a Dom. Two Doms.
In this room, confronted with such honesty as before her,
she couldn’t hide the truth from herself any longer. She wanted to experience
the same wonder of what she’d just seen. And she wanted it to be at the hands
and under the dominance of the MacKenzie brothers.
God help her.
