Monday, 28 April 2014

Special Guest - Justine Elyot - When Kink Gets Real

Well lookie who we've scooped for your blog reading pleasure? Only the fabulous Ms Justine Elyot!!!

Hello, Brit Babes, how nice to see you. Brit Babe Tabitha invited me here today to

talk about my new novella, By His Command, which is the sequel to His House of 

Submission. I thought I'd say a few words about how the two books are different.

When I write about D/s relationships, sometimes I want them to be all dizzy fantasy

(see Princess In Chains) and sometimes I want them to take place in the real world

(see Confessions of a Kinky Wife).

In this series, I've given myself a bit of both. His House of Submission places Jasper

and Sarah in a beautiful bubble, spending a long, hot summer experimenting with

their dynamic in the protected atmosphere of Jasper's secluded mansion.

But they can't shut themselves off from the world forever, so By His Command deals

with their efforts to transfer their wonderful summer love to a more stable footing. I

was keen for Sarah not to be the type of fictional submissive who drifts along without

a purpose until the all-saving Dom comes into her life (although I have written these

before – see Lecture Notes) but an independent, grown-up woman in her own right. In

this book, she has to make decisions about how to balance her career and her private

life. And then there's the dreaded Meet-The-Parents moment…

Here's an excerpt:

He put the last forkful of food into his mouth and fixed me with his eyes, their

expression both playful and serious, a Jasper speciality. I'd never known a man who

could do that before.

'I'm just trying to imagine my parents' faces,' I said, with a sudden horrified

laugh. 'God. My dad would kill you with fire.'

'Would he now? What if they knew about us…do they know about us?'

I shook my head.

'Why not?'

'Well…it's a bit soon, isn't it? Do your parents know?'

How did we get here? This seemed ridiculously like reality, like the kind of

concerns people in normal relationships had. I'd never considered that Jasper and I

had a normal relationship, more a kind of very intense, concentrated connection.

'I might have mentioned something to my mother,' he said, sounding as if he

challenged me to tell him that he shouldn't. 'She's always on at me about when I'll

settle down with a nice girl, produce grandchildren, blah blah.'

More laughter burst from my lips. It seemed crazy that Jasper - mysterious and

glamorous and gloriously sexy Jasper - had a mother who bent his ear about all the

usual motherly things. If I could imagine his mother at all, it was a very jaded Norma

Desmond type in a turban, lounging by a pool with a small white dog. Famous auteurs

who have had secret affairs with European royalty surely didn't come from suburban

semis with a swing set in the back garden.

Perhaps they did.

'Am I a nice girl then?' I asked, reciprocating in the footsie game, slipping off

my shoe and sliding my toes inside his trouser leg.

'You're a very bad girl,' he said, lowering his voice beyond the earshot of

our neighbours, thank goodness. 'But I think that's nice. Like the old cream cake

campaign. Naughty but nice.'

'I'm only bad because you make me,' I whispered. 'You're an evil influence on

me. You make me do things I'd never have dreamed of.'

'Oh, really? I've mesmerised you, have I?'

'Yes, you have. You're like a kinky Svengali.'

'Oh, I like that. I'm that bloke off the telly talent shows with a riding crop.'

'Please don't!' My half-horrified laugh drew attention to us once more. 'I'm


'Some people would find that image erotically arousing.'

'Yeah, well, I'm not one of them.'

'Good. I'm a hundred times sexier than him anyway.'

'A thousand,' I confirmed, prodding the delightful springy flesh of his calf.

'But seriously,' he said, locking my ankle around his so I couldn't move it. 'I

have mentioned you to my mother. You think it's too soon. Why?'

'Oh, well.' I had to think about this. 'I suppose…I can't get my head around this

being a thing. Us. Being real. Like…a relationship. It's just been so strange and so…

Well. Just so strange.'

It didn't sound much of an explanation, I realised. It was hard to put into

words. In a funny way, what I had with Jasper felt too precious to share with the

mundane everyday world of family and friends. It was mine, a bubble that I had to

hold in my palm and protect from the slightest breath of air.

'You don't think this is a relationship?' Jasper's face contorted with confusion.

He looked a little offended. 'What the hell is it then?'

'Something more special,' I said, trying to appease but feeling like a clumsy

foot-in-mouth oaf. 'Something so amazing that I'm scared of tarnishing it – like an

incredible piece of plate or crystal or something you find in an antiques mart that

you're terrified of dropping or breaking.'

It was an analogy that appealed to both of us.

'Oh, I see,' he said, reaching for my fingers. He stroked them with something

like reverence. 'I see. You think of this as a fragile thing?'

'I only know I'm scared of ruining it, because it's like magic. It's so close to

fantasy. It just doesn't seem real. I know I keep saying that…'

'Sarah, it's real. I'm real, you're real. What we have has substance. Can you

believe it?'

'I want to believe it.'

'What we do requires a closer and stronger level of intimacy than most of

those oh-so-real and solid relationships you're comparing us to. We have to trust each

other absolutely. You don't trust some fly-by-night, do you?'

I shook my head. He was right – on a profound level, I had trusted him from

day one. How had I done that? Why had I done it? At that point, there must have been

a strong likelihood that he was seducing me for the sake of a bit of kinky fun and

nothing more. I should also have considered the possibility that he would turn out to

be a nasty and abusive piece of work.

I must have known that he wasn't. But I couldn't make sense of how I had

known. Was it instinct? Any agony aunt worth her salt would have warned me against

getting too involved with him. Yet here I was. That old familiar voice in my head said

that old familiar thing. You can't analyse it. Just go with it.

'No,' he spoke for me. 'And I'm not some fly-by-night. I had plans for you

from before we even met. I've told you that.'

'That's absurd, though. You couldn't have known we'd be…like this…'

'No, a real spark is hard to find. I suppose I just got lucky.'

'What have you told her? Your mother, I mean.'

'Nothing too specific. Met a nice girl…hoping it all works out…that kind of


'You're hoping it all works out?' I didn't dare hope again. I was always trying

to stop myself from hoping, it occurred to me. Perhaps I should just let go of my fears

and allow hope in. But when things 'worked out', didn't that have a sort of 'forever'

connotation? Happily ever after.

No. He couldn't mean that.

I kicked hope back out and girded my sorry excuse for a tough exterior.

'Yes. Is there anything wrong with that?' He sipped his drink.

'Of course not. I mean, I feel the same.'

'Good. Because she wants to meet you.'

'Fuck, no!'

'Sarah!' He dropped his voice to the minimum. 'Six strokes,' he whispered,

tightening the ankle lock to near-painful proportions.

'Why? What? I can't!'

'Of course you can, you silly mare. There's no rush. She mentioned Christmas.'

I waited for my heart to stop galloping and tried to take a measured view.

'Christmas? I'll be at home. Mum and Dad's, I mean.'

'I don't mean Christmas Day. Just some time over the holidays. You have a

car, I have a car. I'm sure something can be arranged. Christ, this is like pulling teeth.

I had no idea you were so commitment-phobic.'

'I'm not commitment-phobic,' I said. 'I'm not. I'm just…scared.'

'That's what a phobia is,' he said with exaggerated patience. 'Listen, love,

I know it's easier for you if I just lay down the law, so that's what I'm going to do.

You're coming with me to visit my mother at some point during late December. It's

settled. It's an order. Right?'

'Oh…right,' I said, flooded with curious relief. Jasper said it was so. It was so.

I squished my thighs together, still damp from our earlier activities, and got another

little burst of adoring submission from it.

'I'm serious about the six strokes, too,' he said. 'As soon as we get back to my

place you're going straight into the study and bending over the desk while I fetch the

cane. Do you understand?'

I did a quick side-of-the-eye check on the neighbours before murmuring, 'Yes,


'I won't have you swearing like a sailor in public and showing me up. In fact, I

think I might pick up a nice bit of ginger on the way home. What do you say to that?'

'Oh,' I moaned, wringing my hands. Ginger was Jasper's new favourite thing.

My bottom didn't share his enthusiasm for it.

But if he wanted to fig me, then he would fig me.

There was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

If you're interested, the book is available now at Amazon

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Thursday, 24 April 2014

Voices... Have You Heard Them Yet?

I started writing the Voices series about three years ago now. I wanted to explore what it would be like to have the voices of the dead speaking to you—and not knowing what to do with the information they give. I’d also been watching a programme about a police force who use psychics, and then the series was truly born. Oliver hears the dead and approaches the police with what he’s been told. He ends up being on the murder team and getting close to the lead detective, Langham. As the investigations pile up—one per book—Oliver and Langham’s relationship develops.

I’ve really enjoyed spanning five novels about them so far. Although the stories can be read as standalones, I feel it’s better to read them in order because then their relationship arc is shown better. Oliver goes from shy and inexperienced to learning quite a lot, and even though Langham is comfortable with who he is, he also grows and discovers things about himself didn’t know he wanted.

One case involves a BDSM club, and during their investigation they have to visit one. The show on stage makes both men realise there’s more to sex than vanilla—and they have to come to terms with how they feel about it. But with murder and mayhem getting in the way, they put off their time to experiment on the back burner. In the book that follows, they go away for a short holiday, intending to explore BDSM—but murder dogs them and they find that once again their personal life is put on hold.

I’m currently writing book six, and although there’s a murder case for them to deal with in foreign lands, I’m really hoping these men finally get the chance to delve into the lifestyle. They have to—I’m thinking book six will be the last one.

These guys have been with me a long time, so knowing their series is coming to an end is bittersweet. Not writing about them anymore will be hard. It’s sad to think I’ll be putting them to bed permanently. On the other hand, putting them to bed permanently might well be a jolly fun time for them LOL.

I’ve discovered that when writing a series I’ve become attached to the characters more than I would with a standalone story. I suppose it’s because I’ve invested so much time getting to know them, wondering not only what kind of whacko they can deal with next but learning about their personalities. They’ve been fun to write about, have taken up a big chunk of my time, so saying goodbye will undoubtedly make me cry. Their world has become a place in my head that I can see so clearly, as though I’ve really visited their city and the surrounding villages. The locations are all there—houses, paths, the police station, the local supermarket—just like I live there with them.

How will I fare not walking those streets with Oliver and Langham? How will I feel not going inside the police station and strolling past the drink machine in the corridor as I follow them to the little kitchen or the incident room? And what about the secondary characters, the feisty female sergeant, the somewhat dippy constable, the other main detective, the mortician? Hmm. Something tells me I might not be able to let them go…

The Voices series are novels, available HERE in ebook and print. 

Monday, 21 April 2014

Delores Deluxe Talks about the Great Response to Her Body Confidence Classes

The Brit Babes are very pleased to welcome the delicious Delores Deluxe today to share a little about her Body Confidence Classes and to make a special offer to Brit Babe readers who would like to attend. Welcome Delores! 

Firstly, a little bit about me. I’m Delores Deluxe, cabaret songstress, comedy magician and Momma Cat of The Kitten Club Burlesque Cabaret. I’ve been performing, producing and promoting shows on the London scene for nearly 10 years, managing the entertainment for the original burlesque supper club, Volupte for almost 4 years, performing at many high profile corporate and international events and producing various shows around London. I have also been teaching burlesque for around 5 years which inspired me to create a body confidence workshop.

The workshop came about as I often found that when I would teach burlesque, many women would want to discuss their feelings about their body confidence (or lack of) with me during the class. This really struck a chord with me as having previously been an actor, I knew only too well the feeling of not fitting in or feeling judged for not being ‘standard’ size, and moving into burlesque had completely changed the way I felt about myself, for the better. The workshop is fun and is rooted in burlesque and it’s positivity, confidence affirming and styling, but we do some visualisation exercises and a bit of group discussion where people are free to share their feeling and thoughts about the exercises, their bodies and the way they treat themselves as a result. I started my spring season of these workshops just 3 weeks ago, but have already seen nearly 90 ladies in the classes so here I am to share my experiences and findings!

The first thing that struck me as a little bit of a surprise was that not everyone was supportive of the  class – while I was doing a bit of promotion on social media, I got some very negative feedback on Twitter from a man who suggested the classes were only encouraging women to be obese –I chose to disregard this man as judging by his feed, he was clearly a individual who had pretty serious issues with all women. However, I was a little more shocked and disappointed when I was told a mature and intelligent female friend that I would have assumed would be supportive had described the class as ‘Delores telling people it’s ok to be fat’. The woman in question hasn’t been to a class and I think she would be fairly surprised about the women who come to them and their experiences – I was prepared to have my eyes opened and they have been!

Let’s just get one thing straight! These classes are attended by woman of ALL ages, sizes and walks of life. The workshop isn’t about weight at all, it’s a nurturing and supportive environment where we look at our attitudes to our bodies, how we are affected by the media and the ideals that are set out for us and how we allow negative thoughts and influences to affect us on a day to day basis, sometimes without even realising.  I’ve had ladies from 19 to 68 in the class and of every size imaginable. I can honestly say, thus far, I’ve found there to be absolutely no correlation between size and body confidence – we’ve had some ladies who I would consider very slim and beautiful who are desperately unhappy  and feel that they are hugely unattractive. 

The diversity of the women is the thing that I have found most interesting – I think I expected the majority of the ladies to be between 20 and 40 but a considerable number of women in their 50’s and 60’s have also been attending which I thought I might find slightly intimidating but these women are a real asset and so open to discussing their lives and experiences, which I think the younger women in the class find encouraging, enlightening and often very entertaining!

I was also pretty impressed at the depth of their thoughts and feelings that women are prepared to share in a room full of strangers! I have been teaching workshops for many years and consider myself a confident and experienced facilitator so it’s quite exciting to be able to facilitate this level of intimacy while ensuring that everyone felt comfortable and safe. I suspect that a lot of the women just wanted permission to be themselves for 90 minutes and absolutely focus on being honest, brave and throwing themselves into the various exercises and discussions without judgement.

There have been some truly marvellous moments and, while I don’t expect to change the way someone feels about themselves in 90 minutes, I do think that some women have taken away some very positive things. I received this email after my very first session which I think has been one of the most inspiring things so far.

“I cannot thank you enough!  I walked out of there today (and even without the one wee glass, I would have felt the same) held my head up high for the first time in years! I sashayed down the street and felt a million dollars. You know the little box? I left it there!

The other lovely ladies in the group were wonderful. If you hear from them, give my love.  Beauty is in everyone!”

I was so delighted with this feedback. If I can make even a few women feel positive and make a difference to them then it makes it all worthwhile! At the end of every class we write a manifesto for ourselves – just a simple list of 5 positive things we are going to do or affirm every day which I think is a really nice way to start treating ourselves a bit better and trying to keep the negative patterns at bay!

I have another 6 weeks of classes to go so if you haven’t booked in and would like to, I have a special offer for the readers of the Brit Babes blog – you can have a class for just £10 (normally £25) when you book, emailing: with BRITOFFER in the subject line.

Classes are every Saturday at:
The Joker of Penton St,
58 Penton St
N1 9PZ

Various time slots available.

Hope to see some of you there, come along and join us – Viva La Sisterhood!

Delores Deluxe

Twitter: @deloresdeluxe

Thursday, 17 April 2014

The Fear

OMG - I almost forgot it's my day to post! I'm Tabitha Rayne - lovely to make your virtual acquaintance :D

Bursting with the joy of being!
I've been thinking a lot about what it means to be a creative (I say creative rather than writer as I have lots of ways to express all the stuff that threatens to seep out and cause me to disgrace myself)

I sometimes wish I could not have this driving gnawing piece of me that's constantly saying 'me, me, I want out, I want out!' and to be content with just being. I wonder how that would feel?
I wanted to be a painter but found it too frustrating when the pictures didn't fully show what was in my mind's eye. Then I discovered writing - hooray! I could imagine a scene and describe it - but even better, I could imagine a sexy, saucy, hot, full-on-let's-do-it-now love scene and write that too. I was (and am) obsessed. Writing about sex and the erotic has lots of side benefits which I blush to list... after all, my biggest advice to new writers is to do to yourself what you are intending to do to the reader. If you want them to feel sad when they read, then you must be driven to weep when you write... so... you get the picture, right? ;)

However, I think I am very common among writers and creatives in general, that this all seems to come from a terribly fragile, vulnerable space in my being.

Recently I have been saddened to hear about writers who have found the publishing, promoting and having their work 'out there' too punishing to bear. Brit Babe Emmy shared a story from an author who did just that. This author decided it was all too much and removed herself and her writing from the public domain. The thing that was wonderful when I looked at the comments on her blog was the outpouring of love and support from the writing community and her readers that surely must have lifted and restored her. But confidence and self belief are such precarious things that perhaps it was safer for her to keep her writing to herself - for now. I want to send her so much love and tell her that I do not think retreat is defeat at all.

(I found this on the internet)
I read a tweet saying that basically if one is to publish and put the work out for public consumption then one must be develop a thick skin and get over it... Kind of like saying, 'if you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen'. Well, I say, no. Surely it's from this place of fear and vulnerability where the most powerful art and expression come from. What do you think?

Throughout time there has been many stories of writers, musicians and artists being driven mad by their own creativity. If I hadn't been so ridiculously late with writing this post, I would give some examples but I haven't... sorry...

I think the purpose of this little post is to say that being a writer drives me. In that moment where time stills and a story flows, I feel complete, whole and perfectly at ease. However, the opposite is true when it is let loose on the world. That's when I become a fragmented wreck and almost go into hiding. It takes all my strength to do it. But here, here in this space with people like, The Brit Babes (yay!) and the supportive net of other writers, readers, creatives and you guys, that fragmentation is becoming easier to cope with every time.

I could just keep these stories and drawings to myself, but then, surely the place where the words and pictures come alive is in the mind of those who experience them? And I neeeed to read and consume art too. I really do.

Thanks for joining me. While I've had fun writing this, I will want to puke as soon as I hit 'publish'!

If I can work out how to do it, will be having a cover reveal of the 2nd book in my trilogy on Tuesday the 22nd (cue giant collywobble!) Please do check it out - it's a beauty even if I do say so myself - the cover artist is a star! I'll post a blurb at the end...
but if you come on over my Goodreads page next week, you'll be among the first to see it! (It will also be posted on my site... )

Lots of love from
Tabitha x x x

Taking Flight - 
Taking Flight by Tabitha Rayne
The prequel to A Clockwork ButterflyGenre(s): Futuristic Erotic RomanceLength: NovelPublication Date: May 19, 2014Price: $4.99

Lovers on the run in search of a bond that transcends all else.
Dr. Deborah Regan is a scientist working on a cure to the poison that's killing the male population and destroying the natural world. But when she makes a breakthrough in her research, it becomes clear that the authorities have no intention of finding a cure, and now that she's getting closer to an answer, she's a threat to them—a threat they need to deal with quickly.
Deborah and her partner, Marcus, flee to the forest where they meet another couple on the run. Birch and Hazel show them how to survive in the wild and teach them the theory of ultimate unity. They believe that by finding sexual nirvana at the point of intense orgasm, they will break through the barriers of physicality and become one.
It soon becomes apparent that Deborah has an aptitude for falling into this trance-like state, and she manages to bring Marcus on her journey. Their spirits can indeed join together at the meeting point, suspended in time and space while they climax.
When Birch and Hazel become jealous of the young couple's ease at reaching ultimate unity—something they've unsuccessfully tried to do for years—they betray Deborah and Marcus to the authorities. As they are separated, Marcus begs Deborah to continue to search for the ultimate sexual unity, because he's convinced that no matter where they are, this connection will allow them to meet again on a spiritual plane.
Will this metaphysical union be enough for a couple so deeply in love?
Content Warning: This book contains apocalyptic peril and graphic sexual content, including m/f and f/f sexual interaction, along with BSDM
Note: This book has been previously published.

Monday, 14 April 2014

Special Guest - Jennifer Denys

The Brit Babes always love catching up with Jennifer at events and Eroticon 2014 was no exception. We're delighted, therefore, that she's stopped by to chat about her very personal research. Please join us in giving her a warm welcome.

By Jennifer Denys

I recently had a tattoo done and watched the process with great interest, asking lots of questions and taking careful notes. Did I have a tattoo just for research? No, BUT, ever the researcher, I will be using my experience in my stories at some point.

In ‘Retraining the Dom’ (runner up in the ‘sexiest scene category’ for my publishers readers’ awards last Autumn) which was published last Autumn before I had the tattoo, I did include a heroine with a dragon tattoo which was there to cover a scar - an important part of her back story. In the light of researches for my own tattoo I discovered that some artists won’t tattoo over a scar because it may distort the picture or the ink might not take, so I would have added some lines to that effect if I had known this when I wrote that into the story, although it is the hero who discovers the tattoo and his knowledge of tattoos is limited, so it wasn’t entirely necessary to add anything extra to the story, except for realism.

But that begs the question, how far should a writer go to research their books? Having had my own tattoo means I can now with total realism talk about the sensations in having it done. (It felt like someone was pressing very, very hard into my skin with a sharp biro).

There is nothing better for an author than using one’s own experiences, but there are times when you are unable try out something practically. For instance, in ‘Bounty Hunters’ Captive’ this is a sci-fi and most of the action takes place on their spaceship where I had a weightless sex scene. The editor stated this was the highlight of the book for her, and asked me to expand on it. But I hadn’t included much because I have no idea how weightless sex works.

Now if NASA wish to send me into space just to try this out I am more than happy to head up a research project….. but, in the meantime, I checked online. Not surprisingly no astronaut has admitted to ‘doing it’ in space (or, at least, not published it online that I could find!). So I had to resort to reading through the articles by scientists suggesting what the issues might be: fluids floating around their bodies, problems of keeping contact or even having enough friction to thrust in the first place, possible sea sickness, parts of the body staying upright (eg, no drooping breasts or cocks!) and so on. The nearest I could get to practical research is sex in water, eg, sea/swimming pool/hot tub etc. Let’s just say I did consider past experiences in one of those areas of water. Here’s an excerpt from ‘Bounty Hunters’ Captive’:

Tilting precariously Felissa reached out a hand to steady herself. Rayn yelled, “Don’t touch that…”
Too late. Felissa hit the release button for the artificial gravity system and suddenly they were floating. “Oh shit. What did I do?”
Rayn was laughing hard as Felissa wrapped her arms around his neck in her anxiety. He grabbed her butt to steady her as her long hair streamed out around them, his own ponytail floating at his cheek. However, the impetus of their combined movements pushed them away from the controls, him underneath Felissa as they drifted horizontally.
Uh-oh. Oh well, Garin can come and rescue us. For now Rayn was enjoying the experience of weightless sex. He might not be able to thrust up inside her with nothing to brace against, but the feel of Felissa clenching her inner muscles around his cock made him groan.
“Oh God, do that again.”
“What?” She frowned down at him, clearly not understanding what he was referring to.
He sniggered. “Press your knees around my hips and see if you can try riding me.”
“Okaaay.” Felissa was clearly nonplussed at this idea, but gave it a go, yelping when they went topsy-turvy in a full roll instead.
Rayn laughed hard and grabbed hold of the chair back to stop their motion. She was on top again. “Liss, stop digging your nails into me, you vixen. You’re not going to fall off. You’ll just float.”

But some genres are impossible to research – I also write paranormal stories, werewolves to be exact. When I wrote my first one a friend asked how on earth a person could research werewolves. My answer was that since they are not real I can make it up! However, I did read up a lot on wolf behaviour and it was fun including items of this nature, for instance in ‘The Last Werewolf’ when the hero was trying to keep his real nature secret from the heroine, eg, the desire to sniff her genitals or howl in orgasm. If you’ve ever had a pet dog then some study of their behaviour will help.

A genre I do a lot of practical research for as well as read up about is my BDSM stories – and have great fun researching it! I discovered it isn’t easy to whip your own behind and even tying yourself to the bed doesn’t have the same sense of things being out of your control, being dominated by another (just dangerous in case I couldn’t untie myself afterwards!) ‘Retraining the Sub’ has a scene in it where the hero does a scene with rope bondage or shibari on the heroine. In order to get my mind around how the rope would wrap around the body I tried it out on the teddy – with limited success as they aren’t flexible enough! So in that instance I practised on myself (up to knotting it off!).

Another area that it has helped to practise it in real life is anal sex. I had read, and heard at a workshop, that the rim of the anus is full of nerve endings. Well, it didn’t do a thing for me the first time I tried it. I know this is a part of the body that women experience sensations very differently from one to another. Well, some deep thrusting, on the other hand, and I am off the wall in a realm of sheer bliss.

I did have the experience of a relationship with a Dom for about a year and every time we met I would suggest something I wanted to try out. Let’s just say we had great fun – although his comments were along the lines of, “You aren’t very submissive, are you?” I certainly never went off into sub-space – I was too busy analysing each sensation and trying to remember for future reference. One disadvantage of being handcuffed was not being able to reach the writer’s most essential tool – her handy notepad.

My current work-in-progress ‘Torn Between Two Lovers’ is the second in ‘The Haunt of the Wolves’ series set in a werewolf BDSM club. I contacted a fellow writer early on, as she is someone who worked with wolves many years ago. My question to her was ‘do wolves like storms’? I used her helpful response when writing this (unedited and never before seen!) excerpt:

The rain lashed at Evie’s face as she exited her car, hitting her skin like pin prinks, and she turned away, causing her hair to blow into her eyes. With a growl she swiped it away.
Like members of her wolf family, she abhorred storms. It didn’t matter if she was in her wolf self as her fur was thick and waterproof, but when it was turning into a gale like this one was, she instinctively wanted to find her fellow wolves and curl up under the pines, noses tucked in, sharing heat, staying safe.
Instead she was in her human form, about to visit Jace.

So knowing who has areas of expertise that you can pick their brains is useful for the writer. Watch out for this one appearing in the Spring.

However, something to consider with all of these is that each person will experience things differently. Just because I perceive certain sensations doesn’t mean another person will. Therefore I occasionally have my characters enjoy (or hate) something different from what I would so that my books don’t appear to have the same characters over and over. So while Evie from ‘Torn Between Two Lovers’ is a pain slut, Annabel from ‘Retraining the Sub’ starts off hating impact play, and Olivia, the Domme from ‘Retraining the Dom’, absolutely hates whips and floggers. Her area of interest is sensation play. As for me, I prefer implements of sensation like feathers.

It is proving quite fun to write ‘Torn Between Two Lovers’ because Evie’s two lovers are poles apart – one Dominant, the other submissive, one a werewolf, the other a human, one into impact play, the other sensation play – in this instance, strawberries dipped in wine and trailed over the body.

Oh, and by the way, I discovered that strawberries make a great lube when giving a hand job (and taste great too!)…. Must go and include that in the latest story………

See you later.


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Jennifer Denys is a multi-published author of BDSM novellas, sci-fi stories and romantic comedies with more than one publisher. She is also working on werewolf and historical novels.
An Englishwoman through and through, she lives in a beautiful historical city in England with her pet rabbit who is thoroughly spoiled and is the dominant one in her household...

She posts to her blog three times a week to keep readers up-to-date on forthcoming books and writing in general. Do email Jennifer she would love to hear from fans.