From the Author...
I was asked to
write a story for an erotic romance anthology. Almost immediately I had my
character, Cade, form in my head and a love story for him, but then I was
informed the anthology would be BDSM. I thought I’d have trouble with the genre,
but the editor of the proposed anthology said, ‘give it a go’. I began to adapt
the love story in my mind for the character Cade, thinking I’d have to consider
the plot for a short time, but only a few days later the anthology was
cancelled. By then Cade was so real to me and a story with a sprinkle of the
genre, BDSM, was firmly in my mind, so I wrote it.
The story is
much longer than I originally thought it might be, especially when it was going
to be for an anthology, and the romance conflict arc is now about both Cade and
my heroine, Marissa. As usual, I fell in love with my characters and couldn’t
stop writing until they reached their HEA.
I did a little
research for this story because I didn’t know much about the type of club Jack,
Cade’s friend, takes him to. Once I no longer needed to place emphasis on
dominance and submission, the story unfolded easily, interweaving with the
original love story I had for Cade when he first began whispering in my ear.
With scorching
hot love scenes, tender moments, a dash of angst and a splash of humor this is
Cade’s journey to love again.
I hope readers
enjoy it.
Blurb:
Cade’s trying to get over a broken heart when his friend Jack takes him off to a nightclub, named only, The Club. Although at first Cade is shocked by the place he meets Marissa. It’s not long before he and Marissa get together, but under the pressure of expectations from, The Club, and Marissa’s fear of commitment, they’re both running in opposite directions.
Gorgeous Cade has touched Marissa’s heart in ways she
doesn’t want to admit.
Lovely Marissa has lifted Cade’s sadness and opened
his heart to love again.
The trouble is — someone has to give a little. Who’s
it going to be?
Be warned: light BDSM
Be warned: light BDSM
Excerpt:
The
lights were low and Marissa took a seat at an empty table close to the small
group of people. Strategically placed, she took in the delicious sight that was
Cade, only a yard away now.
Blue
eyes, mmm, my favorite. Look at those lips, made for kissing, biting, sucking.
She cast her eyes over his ass and thighs. She soaked up the sight of his
handsome jaw line and her eyes flicked to his groin, where she assessed the
hang of his suit pants and licked her lips at the promise of a big cock. Holy
hell, he’s gorgeous. I’d like him on a collar and leash waiting for me to slap
his ass and fuck him senseless. I’d like to slip a blindfold on him and run a
feather over his cock to see it jerk to life. I’d like to tie him to a chair,
suck him almost to orgasm, and then leave him to beg for release. Wonder if he’s
dom or sub?
As
Marissa considered Cade’s preference, he turned and looked straight into her
eyes.
A
huge stab of sexual excitement throbbed in her pussy. With her clit buzzing,
she leaned a little forward to smile at Cade.
He
looked away.
Marissa
saw him gaze around the room. She watched as his shoulders slumped.
The
room was large and divided by obvious walkways. A small dance floor held
writhing couples, dangerously close to each other, some half-naked. Doms
occupied the tables with their Subs in various scenes, all taking their
pleasure without concern. Other Doms sat in the low leather lounges watching.
It was all much the same as usual. One Dom fucked his Sub from behind, one hand
fisted in her hair, and the other gripping her jaw turning her face to kiss and
bite her lips. A Sub straddled her Dom, her hands held high above her head tied
with a satin ribbon, as the Dom took his fill of her breasts.
Marissa
heard his growl.
“Don’t
you come until I say you may … I want you across the table. You’ll come on my
fingers and then my cock. Do you understand? I might have to punish you again.”
The
Sub’s whispered answer must have been to his liking. He kissed her tenderly.
Marissa
looked away. Her pussy creamed and a sigh of appreciation escaped her. Marissa
loved sex. She liked to be in control, although she’d scened with a Master, a
friend, when she needed release. Her role in The Club was as a Domme, but she
was vanilla, the specialist in helping newcomers. Everything she did, she
designed to bring maximum pleasure to her Sub whilst simultaneously taking it
herself. She enjoyed the control she wielded. It suited her to be the one with
the power, and in her mind, the choice to walk away.
The
Club had been open for more than a decade and was considered one of the best in
the country. Safety was their priority, that and pleasure. To Marissa’s
knowledge, no one left The Club after seeking a niche there and never came
back.
Marissa
found her gaze straying back to Cade.
He
stood awkwardly by the table where Jack finger-fucked his current Sub. She laid
back with her legs wide apart, her dress up around her waist, and her wrists
tied over her head with a blue satin scarf. If she’d worn panties to visit The
Club, there was no sign of them now.
Marissa
watched the Sub squirm, whimpering for release.
Jack
shook his head. “Not yet, sweetheart, I’m enjoying your lovely pussy. Your
cream’s running down my palm. I’m going to lick it up and then I’ll think about
letting you come. Are you enjoying showing my guest what a good girl you are?”
The
Sub murmured, her breath hitching as Jack bent and thrust his tongue into her
pussy.
“Yes,
sir, it’s exactly how I hoped it would be.”
Marissa’s
pussy drenched her panties. She licked her lips.
Cade
lurched around and took a step toward her table.
He
looked unseeing right into Marissa’s eyes, the expression on his face a glaze
of pure confusion, and then he passed by heading to the bar in the corner.
Marissa
watched him take a sip of the iced water he’d ordered, then she too got up and
walked away from that part of The Club where sex soaked the air with erotic
perfume, and the sounds of orgasm played havoc with her own desires.
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Author Bio:
Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.
Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.
Elodie writes for, Hot Ink Press, Moon Rose Publishing, Eternal Press, Secret Cravings, Evernight, Siren and Ra Jones Anthology
She has also released titles as an individual indie author.
Author Links:
Amazon USA ~ Amazon UK ~ Smashwords ~ Barnes and Noble ~ ARe
Character Interview:
Visiting today, we have Cade Cassidy
from the new Evernight Publishing erotic romance release, Rescuing Cade.
Hi Cade, thanks for coming along to the
blog today
Hi,
thank you for inviting me. I have to say it’s a little embarrassing seeing my
story published, although it’s great too.
What’s embarrassing about it?
Well,
without giving too much away, the way Marissa and I meet is unusual, I think … (He looks around and smiles as if remembering it.)
So, Cade, tell us something about
Marissa.
She’s
pretty, intelligent, lots of fun and best of all she’s mine.
What is, The Club? It’s mysteriously
referred to in the book blurb.
The
Club, is the name of the BDSM club that my buddy, Jack, takes me to. He’s
trying to lighten me up right at the start of the story, because truth is, I
was still recovering from a bad break up. There’s a great description of The
Club, in the story, which is sexy and gives a good picture of what goes on
there.
A BDSM club … Cade are you a Sub or a
Dom?
(He stares at me for a moment with his
gorgeous blue eyes.)
I’d
rather not say. The whole thing is still a little gray for me. (Now he’s smiling.)
Okay let’s have some quick questions.
What’s your favorite, jeans, or a suit?
I
wear suits and jeans. I don’t have a favorite because I have some cool suits
for work and some great faded denims that I throw on when I’m not working. It
took me a while to get those jeans just the way I like them, ripped and faded.
Marissa especially likes the tear in the upper thigh part.
Do you ever go commando?
(He grins and his eyes twinkle)
Er,
yes, sometimes in my favorite jeans, the ones I just described. Once in a suit
when Marissa and I went to The Club to meet with friends there.
Do you like making love with the lights
off or on?
Both,
either, it depends … Marissa likes candlelight (He
smiles)
Coffee or Cola?
Has
to be coffee. Are you offering me a cup … I didn’t get breakfast …
One more question. Maybe it’s a moot
point since you’ve mentioned The Club, but here is it. In bed, toys or no toys?
(Okay, he’s laughing now.)
The
answer’s the same as lights on or off, both depending on the situation. I
seriously need coffee now.
