Hi all–
My guest today is friend, Cassandra Carr. Cassandra and i have been pals since we both started writing fiction and will be sharing our experiences from this wild and wonderful first year at a workshop at RT in April in Chicago. I hope some of you are planning on coming to RT. It’s going to be a blast! Okay, comments!! Leave a comment and you can win a set of Cassandra’s trading cards from her popular book, Head Games. You will also be entered in my drawing on Dec 16 for Mistletowed or Deceptive Attraction. LEAVE YOUR EMAIL! Now, here is Cassandra to tell us a bit about her and her new HOT BDSM novel for the holidays, Caught. (Isn’t that cover YUMMY?)
Thanks for having me, Tara! I guess I’m on the hot seat, huh?
1. Why a BDSM-themed holiday novella?
Honestly, because I wanted to see if I could write a BDSM story and so when Loose Id put out a call for holiday books I jumped at the chance. They didn’t stipulate they had to BDSM, but I figured if I was able to vet my story idea before writing it I’d at least know the concept was sound. The fact it’s a holiday story just made it even more fun to write!
2. Tell us about the book.
Sure! Callie, our intrepid heroine, comes back to her hometown for the holidays. It’s the first time she’s been home in three years. She attends a party given by some of her old grad school friends and runs into her ex-Dom, Jack. They talk and Callie agrees to sub for him while she’s home, but Jack has no intention of this being a temporary situation. Can Callie give Jack her submission AND her heart?
3. How did you incorporate the holidays into the book?
Jack is a very inventive Dom, and he uses candy canes, tinsel, garland, and a slew of other fun things during their scenes. The holiday itself also figures in, as does New Year’s Eve.
4. Are you planning to write more BDSM stories?
Yes! In fact, I have one coming out in early 2012 from Ellora’s Cave titled Impact. Compared to Caught it’s more like BDSM-lite, but I doubt the readers will be disappointed. And the hero is a professional bull rider!
5. What else do you have coming up?
Oh gosh, where to start…In January 2012 Ellora’s Cave will release Take Me at the Ballgame, a short story which will help launch their brand-new EC for Men line. Then Impact will probably release in February, and hopefully book 2 of my Buffalo Intimidators series, Cold As Ice, will release in March. Additionally, my debut release, Talk to Me, will print in early 2012, and Head Games, which is Buffalo Intimidators book 1, will print in March. And I hope to have lots of other news, so stay tuned to my website at http://www.booksbycassandracarr.com!
6. Can you give us a sneak peek at any of those upcoming titles?
I aim to please. Here are blurbs for Take Me at the Ballgame, Impact, and Cold As Ice:
Take Me at the Ballgame: Sports writer JT Lovejoy has a chance that’s too good for a middle-aged, divorced guy to pass up—no-strings sex with a hot young intern. Of course, there might never be a bed involved, since they keep meeting in the press box. Not that JT’s complaining. How can he when a beautiful woman offers herself with no commitment? If he’s smart, he won’t. And JT is a smart man.
Impact: Conner Raub hides a secret from the world, including his best friend, Brady – he’s a Dom. But when he meets a submissive who pulls at his Dom tendencies, will he be able to deny his true self? Jessica Talbot is new to the BDSM scene, but after seeing Conner come to the aid of a submissive being mistreated in a club, she sets out to have him for her own. She’ll do whatever it takes to make him realize he can have it all – a career, true love, and the BDSM lifestyle he craves.
Cold As Ice: Luc, Carter, and Jake make up the Buffalo Intimidators’ top scoring line. Each of them is also a client of massage therapist Eva. When they decide they want to be more than clients, they approach her. Eva’s been secretly lusting after the guys for months but was afraid to say anything, trying to keep everything on a professional level. She agrees to a menage relationship, but when people on the team start getting sick, will it turn into more than a fun roll in the hay with her hockey boys?
7. Anything else you’d like the readers to know?
I also teach workshops – right now I have a Twitter 101 and Twitter for Intermediate Users course, as well as one on Author Marketing and Branding. I just put up a Workshops page on my website, so if you’re interested in any of those, check it out!
Thanks so much for giving the floor today, Tara. I had fun!
BIO:
Cassandra Carr is a multi-published erotic romance writer who lives in Western New York with her husband, Inspiration, and her daughter, Too Cute for Words. When not writing she enjoys watching hockey and hanging out on Twitter. Her debut novel, Talk to Me, was released by Loose Id on March 22, 2011. Head Games, Buffalo Intimidators book 1, released on November 2, 2011 from Siren Bookstrand, Caught will release December 13, 2011 from Loose Id, and Impact is coming in early 2012 from Ellora’s Cave. For more information about Cassandra, check out her website at http://www.booksbycassandracarr.com, “like” her Facebook fan page athttp://www.facebook.com/AuthorCassandraCarr or follow her on Twitter at http://www.twitter.com/Cassandra_Carr.
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And here’s a generous excerpt from Caught!
‘They’re really taking this politically correct thing too far.’
Stepping from the foyer into the living room, Callie spied a twinkling Christmas tree in the corner. On the mantel, a lit menorah burned, the candles flickering as the people nearby jostled for position as more and more guests crammed into the room. This was a boisterous crowd; already drinking like it was New Year’s. Advancing further into the room, she noticed the Kwanza decorations and rolled her eyes.
‘Pick a holiday and go with it, people. You can’t please everyone.’
She sought out the host and hostess, old friends from her grad school days, and said hello, handing over the obligatory “Thanks for inviting me” bottle of wine. They chatted for a bit to catch up before she grabbed a cocktail and made her way toward the dining room in search of other former classmates and some food. The smells of the various delicacies wafted by, making her mouth water in anticipation. She had just gotten into town and was starving. Plopping a slice of Cheddar cheese onto a cracker, she stuffed it into her mouth and then looked up — and everything inside her came to a screeching halt.
Jack was there.
With a beer hanging from his long, rough fingers, he leaned against the wall, casual as can be, while her world tilted on its axis. He looked so good– still the same tall, well-muscled body, still the same olive skin, black hair, and full lips. His Italian ancestry lent him an air of exoticness, and she’d always been a sucker for that.
Her stomach roiled. The cracker caught in her throat, choking her. As she began to cough and sputter, he turned to see what the commotion was, and their gazes met. Callie watched as his eyes went dark with heat and recognition. A blush rushed up her chest through her neck and into her face. With suddenly cold fingers, she touched her burning skin.
He brought his beer to his lips and took a long pull, his tongue sneaking out to catch a stray drop from his top lip. Her gaze followed the movement. His own intense gaze never left her face. Even when his companion said something to him, he merely nodded and kept the whole of his attention on her. She took a fortifying sip of her vodka and cranberry juice, then another, longer gulp, trying to dislodge the cracker from her throat. And still he stared.
And she did the same damn thing she’d done three years ago when she’d gotten scared by his demands, his power — she ran. Cursing herself for her cowardice, she nonetheless wove her way through the crowd, setting her drink down on the nearest available surface as she rushed past. But before she made it to the front door, she felt his hand, still chilled from holding the beer bottle, curl around her overheated arm. “Long time no see. Leaving so soon, Callie?”
He pulled her around to face him, he backed her up against the wall in the foyer. With him this close, with his touch and his smell and his sheer size surrounding her, her body betrayed her, just like it always had where he was concerned. Her nipples tightened, her pussy ached, and her breath quickened. “What are you doing here?” She sighed at her own stupidity for asking something so obvious.
“These are my friends. A better question to ask is — what are you doing here?”
“I came back to town for the holidays, and I wanted to see some of my old grad school buddies. I guess I-I didn’t think about the possibility of you being here.”
“Is me being here a problem?”
“No,” she answered too quickly.
“I miss you.”
“I miss you too.”
‘Dammit! What else am I going to admit to him?’
“I still want you. I want to touch you. I need to touch you. May I?” At her silent nod, he lightly rested his hand around her throat. Not hard enough to choke, but enough to establish his dominance over her.
‘Like he needs to establish that. How could I possibly forget who and what he is?’
Callie shivered. God, she wanted him. She’d never been as scared or as excited or felt as alive as she had during the year and a half she had subbed for Jack. Seeing him again made her want to get down on her knees and give him anything he wanted. If she remembered correctly, that was everything. But could he give it back to her? Before, he’d been unable or unwilling to, and when she hadn’t been able to handle loving him without reciprocation anymore, she’d left.
Her lips were parched, and she darted her tongue out to wet them. His eyes turned black as they blazed back at her. “I want you too.” And it was the truth. She wanted him, and this time, she’d have him. If she ran away again, she knew she’d regret it for the rest of her life.
“Are you collared?”
“No.”
“Seeing anyone?”
She turned the question around. “Are you seeing anyone?” A strange look passed over his face, but Callie couldn’t interpret it before it was gone.
“No. Answer me, Callie — are you seeing anyone?”
“No.”
Letting out a soft growl, Jack cupped the back of her neck in his large hand and kissed her. There was nothing gentle in his kiss — there never had been. This kiss was one of possession, of establishing even more control. He pressed in further, molding his body to hers while he continued to plunder her mouth. He didn’t force his tongue inside; he didn’t have to.
Surrendering, she relaxed and let him take her. He let out a grunt of satisfaction and changed the angle of her head so he could deepen the kiss. He slid a powerful thigh between hers as she moaned from the sensual onslaught.
After long moments he pulled away, grabbed her hand, and led her toward the back of the house. Callie gasped when he pushed her into a bedroom and kicked the door closed. She whirled around to face him but couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eye, reverting to the naturally submissive pose of staring at his feet, her hands behind her back. She hadn’t subbed for anyone in the three years she’d been gone and was amazed at how quickly the submissive veil slipped over her again. He chuckled.
“My pet, you’re still a delightful submissive, I see.” He took a gentle hold on her chin and pulled her face up to his. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you, since the moment you walked into my classroom. I know I’m a selfish bastard, but I’m going to ask for this most exquisite Christmas present anyway: will you submit to me again?”
Callie nodded, too overcome with emotion to speak.
“I want to hear the words — I want you to be sure.”
“Yes, I’ll sub for you,” she managed to get out around the lump in her throat.
“Good. Then you’ll be available to me insofar as you’re able to, barring other commitments. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” she answered, the word hardly loud enough to be considered a whisper. She licked her lips again.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“By the way, I’m clean. I was tested a few months ago. You?”
“Yes, Sir, same.”
He stepped forward and shoved her to her knees. She went willingly. Callie wanted this — she wanted to show him she could handle him this time. Keeping her eyes trained on the floor, she waited for his next move. He let her stew for a minute and then pulled her to him, undoing his pants with his other hand. He guided his already-erect cock into her mouth, and she took it, letting his essence wash over her tongue, relearning the contours of the head, the smoothness of the shaft, as he sawed in and out of her mouth with brutal strokes. He’d never been easy on her, and tonight was no exception.
He pulled his still-hard cock out of her mouth, resting just the very tip on her bottom lip. “How long are you in town for?”
Callie drew back enough to answer, “Through the first of the year.”
She looked up in time to see him smile. “Excellent. We have a few weeks, then.” He thrust all the way to the back of her throat, and she struggled not to gag. He held the back of her head with both hands, forcing her to take his dick all the way to the root, and held it there for several seconds. “Where are you staying?” He pulled out again. He had always liked carrying on conversations as Callie sucked him — reinforcing his dominance by repeatedly pulling out and then shoving back into her mouth as he saw fit.
“With Lora,” she answered, naming her oldest friend.
“Ah, not far from me. I still live on Tremont. Is she going to let you play?”
“Lora lets me do whatever I want — she doesn’t judge.”
“I think I’m really going to enjoy the holidays for the first time in a long while.” He went up on tiptoe and pushed back into her mouth, tilting her head until it was at the angle he wanted, and then began ruthlessly plundering her depths. “It’s been a long time since you’ve tasted my cum, my sweet. You’re going to swallow it — every drop, like the gift it is.”
A scant few seconds later, Callie felt his cock swelling even larger, growing even longer, and then after pulling back until only his cockhead remained inside her mouth, he was coming; straining, as jet after jet of warm, salty liquid shot onto her tongue and slid down her throat. When he was finally spent, he withdrew completely and put himself back together. She remained on her knees, the denim of her jeans little protection from the hardwood floor.
Some might say she gave in too easily, but as Callie considered the man before her who’d turned her world upside down now for the second time, she knew that wasn’t true. Not at all. Her soul was at peace for the first time in years. She was a different person than she’d been all those years ago. Callie was what and where she needed to be: she just had to figure out how to hold on to the fragile sense of contentment she’d discovered tonight.
He briefly stroked the side of her face, then leaned down to touch his lips to hers. “Give me your number.” She started to reach into the purse that had fallen beside her on the floor. He chuckled. “You may rise.” Standing up with her purse, she pulled a small sheet from the memo pad she always kept with her. “Still jotting notes, I see.”
“Yes, you never know where or when you’ll find inspiration,” she answered, quoting one of his own mantras back to him. After writing down her cell phone number, she handed him the paper.
He held up it and kissed it. “I’ll be in touch.” After taking one last look at her, he left the room.
She sat down on the bed, touching the tips of her fingers to her lips. Undoubtedly he thought he’d scored a great coup, bringing her back into his fold. Little did he realize, though… Sometimes the hunter becomes the hunted.
Copyright 2011, Cassandra Carr
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