Featured Author Friday Presents:
Contemporary Romance Author, Lila Munro
http://www.wickedmuses.blogspot.com. I can also be found on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/Lila_Munro. I love to hear from my readers. Please feel free to leave me comments here or contact me at email@example.com.
Where do you find inspiration for your stories?I can find inspiration practically anywhere. I find it at the mall, the beach, walking down the street, in restaurants. I carry a notepad with me just in case an idea hits. Honestly, though, my biggest source of inspiration comes from my husband’s occupation. Being married to a marine I’ve seen and experienced so much. I guess I view the world a bit differently than most people from those experiences and very little is not on my radar screen as topic for discussion.
Have you found getting published to be difficult? How long did it take?I was actually shocked that I was offered a contract on the first go out with The Executive Officer’s Wife in March 2010. The actually process of making up my mind to try took much longer than the process itself.
Does your family (and/or close friends) know that you write and are a published author of erotic romance? If so, are they supportive of your efforts?Yes, they do know, with the exception of Grandma, and they are completely supportive. My mother and my husband’s mother have both read a few of my books and are perfectly okay with what I write. I’ve never encountered anyone that didn’t approve or supported me wholeheartedly.
Is there another sub-genre aside from your primary sub-genre that you would like to write for and why?So far I’ve written contemporary erotic and stretched that into the BDSM and ménage worlds and I’ve dabbled in paranormal, which by the way just isn’t my cup of tea. I love historical and would someday like to try my hand at that, but it’s not on my immediate to-do list.
Is there a genre besides romance that you would like to write for?I have a few ideas tucked away for mainstream fiction, but right now they are just ideas. I’m having a lot of fun doing what I do right now and they may stay in the idea box indefinitely.
Aside from romance, are there any other types of fiction/literature that you enjoy reading?My reading tastes are wide and colorful. I read classics, advice/self-help, my research shelf overfloweth. There’s not much I won’t read, however, I’ve found lately that there’s been an abundance of junk available and more than once something ended up in my DNF pile.
Finally, what advice, if any, do you have for aspiring authors?Have patience, don’t give up, and do your research. Not just for your stories either, do you research with your choice of houses you are considering submitting to. Make sure you have a good fit to ensure your happiness and success as well as that of the publishing house’s.
by Lila Munro
You have to leave the city of your comfort.
Jillian Stewart was as straight laced as they came. Or was she? After one man tearing her down to her very foundation, she’s set out on a path of self-discovery. Pursuing a Master’s degree in sociology, Jill’s determined to wrap her mind around the complexities of the BDSM world. Getting into a good doctorate program won’t be easy so she’s pulling out all the stops. After disregarding her professor’s warning against subjecting herself to the lifestyle, Jill finds she’s drawn to her tutor. But this isn’t her world. Is it?
and go into the wilderness of your intuition.
A career Marine Corps officer, Stephan Sachelles has always chosen to keep his lifestyle choices to himself. He avoids the underground house parties on the base to frequent a club miles from home in an effort to protect his privacy. Steph’s been a Master at Steele Image for years and he's enjoyed the company of many of the subs there with no intention of ever settling on just one. How would he make that work…it wasn’t like he could convert his base house into the dungeon of his dreams. Then Jill walks through the door. Steph’s intuition tells him there’s wild abandon inside her fighting for a chance at life. In the depths of her eyes, far behind the over analysis of everything she encounters, Steph sees the heart of a true submissive. But the resistance Jill puts up is driving Steph crazy. While she’s a good student, she just won't let go. Fighting his own internal battle, Steph finds he wants nothing more than to be the only Master to help her find her true identity.
“Where the hell are we going?” Jill asked sharply, fighting Steph’s grip and trying to pull free every step of the way. When Steph didn’t answer, she started to fear he might be on his way to toss her back out of the club on her ass. As determined as she had been an hour ago to get the hell out of here, she now knew she wasn’t quite done with her little field trip, and in the back of her mind she knew wanting to stay had nothing to do with her damn thesis. “You’re not kicking me out are you?” she gasped as they neared the narrow hallway leading back out to the bar area.
“No, I’m not.” Steph didn’t look at her and didn’t slow down. “But if you intend to stay, you’re going to learn to play by the rules that I give you and not continually mouth off. I realize you obviously can’t contain your curiosity, you get so wound up in picking things apart you forget who you’re talking to, but that’s no excuse for rude, and honey, I’m going to satisfy part of that curiosity right now.”
When Jill realized they were back at the spanking bench, icy fingers of dread clutched her heart and it sped up three-fold hammering her ribcage. He did not intend to spank her. No, a voice screamed in her head, while another one niggled its way in and whispered, yes. Oh God, what was she supposed to do? She didn’t even have one of those safe words she’d read about. Would he even listen to her if she did and used it?
Steph unlatched the red velvet rope behind which the bench and several scary looking paddles and straps of all sorts hung. He stepped through and pulled Jill in behind him refastening the barrier as a few other people started to collect. He was not only going to spank her, but other people were going to watch. Jill’s throat constricted and tears of regret at not being able to do one simple thing, be nice not rude, welled up in her eyes.
“What are the tears about already?” Steph asked, pulling her to the side of the bench. “We’re not even started.”
“I’m sorry, Master Steph,” Jill whispered. “I won’t do it again, Sir.” She glanced around at the people collected and mixed emotions swept over her. First she wanted to die and fall in a hole then she wanted to pull her panties down herself and give her ass willingly to Steph. Damn it! She wasn’t supposed to feel this way. Not here, not now.
“I’ve been watching you very closely, Jill,” Steph said in a less hardened voice.
“I know you want more than to just watch. I also know you have limits. I’m quite certain spanking isn’t one of them. Is it?”
Jill shook her head like a puppet being mastered by a string.
“We’ll have a much more in depth discussion of those limits later, as long as you agree right now this isn’t on that list.” Steph waited a few seconds before prompting her. “Jill, answer me.”
“Spanking is not on the list, Sir.” Jill swallowed hard and forced out a few more words. “Please don’t make me take off my shirt.” Her voice audibly shook. The memory of Master Kyle’s fingers gliding over what lay beneath it swamped Jill. If Steph made her take off her shirt in here, in front of all these people, two Xanax wouldn’t enough to bring her back to Earth.
“I won’t,” Steph assured her, running his hands up and down her arms. “Now bend over and put your hands on the bench shoulder width apart. I won’t restrain you this time.”
Jill did what Steph commanded. Once she was bent over, he ran a knee between her thighs and forced them hip distance apart. For a moment he was gone and even though the room was filled with chatter and music, Jill heard the silence his absence caused buzzing in her ears. Then he was bent over with his hand on her shoulder and his face so close to hers she could feel his breath whispering across her throat.
“Look at me, Jill,” he said firmly. “This is important.”
Not wanting him to read her eyes again and see that she had figured out that she not only wanted a spanking but needed it, and from him, Jill stalled.
“Jill. Look. At. Me.”
Jill turned her head and was immediately lost in his eyes. They held her prisoner in that moment and she was quite sure she’d have let him do almost anything to her.
“Do you know what a safe word is?” Steph asked her.
“Yes, Sir.” A voice came out of Jill but she was certain it wasn’t her own. It was some slut’s voice from the past.
“Have you ever had one before?”
“No, Sir,” she squeaked.
“Jill, you’re safe word is red for the rest of the night. If you’re in too much pain physically or emotionally at any time, use it and I’ll stop. Do you understand?” Steph’s eyes never left hers.
“Yes, I understand, Sir.” Jill’s hands nearly slipped off the bench they were so damp with cold sweat.
“Does what I’m about to do trigger that physical danger fear?” Steph asked, running his fingers along her throat.
“No, Sir.” Jill didn’t even hesitate. For some reason, she didn’t feel threatened and she was pretty certain Steph already knew that before he asked. Damn him.
“What’s your safe word?”
Jill squeezed her eyes shut as Steph flipped the end of her skirt up her back and slid her emerald green thong over her hips and down her thighs to hang suspended between her ankles. Great. Now everyone behind them could see her fat ass. That knowledge was worse than knowing Steph would soon spank her. His palms ran over her ass checks and up her spine, then back again, the circles he traced getting smaller and smaller until he caressed only the center most part of her backside as of defining his territory. Just as Jill was caught in the lull of his feather light touch, his hands left her and one of them came down across her right cheek with a resounding pop. Jill surprised herself by staying rigid. The first swat was only a tap for as loud as it was. Steph ran his fingertips over the offended flesh for a few seconds then came down on her other cheek a bit harder.
Nothing. There was no fiery heat pooling anywhere, no electricity licking her insides…Pop! Steph slapped her on the first cheek once more and Jill surged forward. That one hurt and she bit back a grunt. It was then that Steph fell into a pattern. He would strike one cheek soothe it with a gentle stroke then assault the other cheek and repeat, all the while the heaviness of the swats getting more intense until Jill’s ass seared and tears formed in the corners of her eyes. And there was the heat. The blessed heat of arousal settled between her legs and her pussy throbbed and clenched. Steph continued the punishment until Jill was gasping and a steady stream of relief ran down her face, across her lips and down her chin to fall to the floor beneath her head with a sad plop. She hadn’t imagined it. It was quite possible for her to be turned on by pain, and quite real.
Then the spanking ceased. A solitary finger ran down the seam of Jill’s pussy and across her clit then Steph pulled away from her completely. Jill tilted her head to find him once again bent over staring at her. The finger that he’d run over her was under her nose glistening.
“You can’t possibly lie to me anymore, Jill. At least not about this,” Steph told her softly.
Steph smiled at her then slipped his forefinger between his lips and sucked her muskiness from it. Jill’s pussy palpitated with need.
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