Haunted for years by dreams of a savage, amber eyed Dominant
with lips so enticing my soul ached in frustration and lust. None of the
Dominants at Genesis, my local BDSM club ever stirred me in such blistering
ways. While I tried to fill my submissive desires vicariously through
interactions at the club, I attempted to convince myself it was enough. But it
wasn’t. My dream Dom made certain I hungered for more.
Forced beyond what I could bear, my passion and
frustration exploded. I threw in the towel, determined to stop chasing a dream
and gave up completely on finding submissive surrender. But fate intervened
when two gunshots split the night. Forced to confront my desires and
insecurities, I was shocked to realize that my dreams may have held a deeper
meaning. Were they compelling me to finally embrace my submission?
The Interview:
When and why did you begin writing?
At thirteen, I started writing
poetry and gut wrenching, heart breaking love stories. At least in my little
world, they were way back when. And - NO, they didn’t contain the subjects I
write about now. (Wicked grin) I wrote as an outlet for my emotions, I think. I
found that I could easily put on paper things I was too shy or insecure to
verbalize, at that age.
What inspired you to write your first book?
It wasn’t “what” it was “Who”...
New York Times Bestselling Author, Shayla Black encouraged me to stop writing
stories that only made it as far as my hard-drive and start getting them
published. She’s an amazing woman who I
respect and admire and hold dear to my heart.
Do you have a specific writing style?
Nothing special, usually a pair
of pajama pants and a T-Shirt. *Laugh* Sorry—it’s
the first thing that popped into my mind! (No wonder I’m regularly called a
smart-ass.) Ah-hemmmm. Honestly, I don’t know that I have a style. I try to
spin a semi believable story with characters that aren’t afraid to show their
emotions, good or bad or kinky.
Can you share a little of your current work with us?
I’d love to! Here is an excerpt
from “Embracing My Submission”
At seven o’clock on the dot, I knelt on the soft carpet in Drake’s
private room. Nervous and trembling, my heart thundered in my chest. All
afternoon I’d paced, cried, and worried about what he had in store for me. That
is, when I wasn’t mooning over hopeless fantasies of Jordon.
Thoughts of the handsome Dom filled my head almost more than fretting
about my punishment. Trying to keep Jordon in perspective, I reminded myself
that I’d screwed up far beyond repair and shouldn’t hold on to foolish hope.
Craning my neck, I looked at the clock on the nightstand behind me and
trembled in anticipation-laced fear.
7:05. Okay Drake, I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. Let’s get this over
with.
7:10. What is taking him so long?
7:15. You’re doing this to fuck with me. I know it!
7:20. Damn it, Drake, I’m going to waltz my ass back home if you don’t
get here soon. The anticipation is driving me insane!
The snick of the lock disengaging had me quaking with fear. Keeping my
eyes glued to the floor, I trembled in silence.
“You’re as beautiful as sunset splayed out in your submissive pose,”
Drake praised, and I smiled. “Stand and present.” His voice thundered as goose
pimples erupted across my flesh.
My knees wobbled as I stood. With my face still shrouded, I thrust out
my arms and pressed my wrists together. The scent of leather filled my nostrils
as he bound the soft, fleece-lined leather restraints around my wrists.
“I hope this isn’t a new gown, girl,” he growled in a low voice. The
tone in his next breath was harsh as he instructed me not to move. Withdrawing
a sparkling silver knife, he slid the blade into the silk material between my
breasts. I gasped and tried not to shudder as the knife sliced through the
fabric. My gossamer gown silently slithered to the floor and pooled at my feet.
“Thank you for not wearing panties that I’d have to ruin as well,” he
whispered close to my ear. “Close your eyes, my sweet. I’d hate for you to see
what I have planned for you.”
A violent shudder shook my body as he placed a blindfold over my eyes,
plunging me into total darkness. My mouth was so dry that I couldn’t have
spoken even if I’d known what the hell to say.
Drake led me from the room toward what I assumed was the dungeon. The
temperature in the hallway was much cooler than his room and my nipples pebbled
painfully.
“It’s time for you to show me just how sorry you are, girl. I have no
doubt you’ll make me proud.”
With Drake’s hand firmly wrapped around my elbow, he ushered me down
the hall. I could hear soft muffled voices that suddenly silenced. I could
smell the distinguished scent of leather, disinfectant, and the subtle
fragrance of sex mingling with sweet vanilla from the candles adorning the
tables.
I was in the dungeon.
How did you come up with the title for your current book?
I played a little arm chair
psychologist and thought “Okay, what is
this girl trying to do?” Then it was easy! She was embracing her
submission.
Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to
grasp?
I think the one thing I hope to
convey is that it’s OK to be kinky. *Grin*
How much of the book is realistic?
I think there are several parts
that “could be” realistic. I know submissive’s struggle with feelings of
inferiority when they’re unable to find a Dom. And unfortunately there are
monsters who involve themselves in the lifestyle to prey on submissives. That’s
one reason why safety in the lifestyle is so important to me.
Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your
own life?
No, they’re not. However, I
think Julianna has more than a few of my personality quirks. *Grin*
What books have most influenced your life most?
The first book that came to my
mind, which has nothing to do with the genre I write, is: “The Color
Purple”. Strength, courage, sacrifices,
and never ending desire to follow your dream was inspirational to me. It
doesn’t matter what age, you always deserve to find your happiness and that
which brings you joy.
If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a
mentor?
Shayla Black. She’s my
quintessential mentor and has given me so much of her time, experience,
encouragement, and never ending support. I wouldn’t be here today - if not for
her.
What book are you reading now, if any?
None right now. Today we
finished the final edits on the first book: “One Dom to Love” in a new series, “The
Doms of Her Life”, with Shayla Black and Isabella LaPearl. It will be on sale
in a few days. And in my spare time (choke, choke, cough, cough) I’m already
busy working on the second book in “The Doms of Genesis” series, titled:
“Masters of My Desire”. I hope to have it available in early 2013. But I have a
Reading List a mile long. Hopefully soon, I’ll be able to dig into some of
them.
Excerpt:
At seven o’clock on the dot, I knelt on the soft carpet in
Drake’s private room. Nervous and
trembling, my heart thundered in my chest. All afternoon I’d paced, cried, and
worried about what he had in store for me.
That is, when I wasn’t mooning over
hopeless fantasies of Jordon.
Thoughts of the
handsome Dom filled my head almost more than fretting about my
punishment. Trying to keep Jordon in perspective, I reminded
myself that I’d
screwed up far beyond repair and shouldn’t hold on to foolish
hope.
Craning my neck,
I looked at the clock on the nightstand behind me and trembled
in anticipation-laced fear.
7:05.Okay Drake, I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.
Let’s get this over with.
7:10.What is taking him so long?
7:15.You’re doing this to fuck with me. I know
it!
7:20.Damn it,
Drake, I’m going to waltz my ass back
home if you don’t get here soon. The anticipation is driving me insane!
The snick of the
lock as it disengaged had me quaking with fear.
Author Bio:
Jenna Jacob is married and lives in Kansas. A lover of
music, cooking, camping and riding Harley’s on the open country roads. When she
was thirteen she began writing and not on a stone tablet as her youngest son
often teases. There is always a plot bubbling inside her head that has to be
written.
With four grown children she finally has time to paint
pictures of her twisted mind, with words. Outgoing with a sassy sense of humor,
she’s never once been accused of being shy or introverted. With nearly twenty years
of experience in the dynamics of the BDSM lifestyle, she strives to portray
Dominance and submission with a passionate and comprehensive voice
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/jenna.jacob.author?fref=ts
Thanks Jenna for being on the blog today! I am looking forward to reading Embracing My Submission!
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